To a child like a dew

While the smoke chokes

Something destroys

In the body

The soul

Suddenly flaccid.

The smoke

Chokes

Round and round.

A weep/cry

I hear

Pushing pushes the deadened

The flame swallows blazing

All

Women, children

No, they won’t

A game of candles

A deceit

Could it be?

Death, still,

Takes lives

And to others

It gives.

child

dew

mother’s

flower in the hair

the end of an unfinished fairy tale

for that night.

help

should be given

danger is hidden.

let

the help be awaited

by one

whose hope is lost

who forgave life

for leaving.

 

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