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.