Monday, April 09, 2007

explosive moment

where is the sound of hope
for a child who wakes no more

only a dull aching continued breathing of mothers
that has become a wail of grief
for their children who are no more

the now silent landscape shudders
under the weight of the loss
of those whose life is over
before it had begun

only blood soaked dust marks the spot
where in one explosive moment
six lights were extinguished
and the world became that much darker

and now I understand
why for days
I have been seeing
the final grains of sand
one by one
throught the narrow neck
of an hourglass

and a heart
that is cracked

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