It was but moments ago I died.
I heard the planes overhead
and now silence crushes my bleeding ears.
Just this morning I played games
in the rubble of the bombed-out buildings,
hungry and thirsty,
but being a child, one has to play
even in time of war.
I dreamt of a day
with empty skies
or harmless clouds, playmates,
like the one lying next to me.
I know it’s her
but I don’t recognize her face
and I know she doesn’t recognize mine.
In the pressurized cabin
the triumphant pilot can almost reach out
and touch the face … of evil.