THE NEVER TIME

wasp seeks water

dust hangs

aircraft banks in brass sharp blue

hair burns

air like kerosene

no sound

after the soldiers

dry blood

reminder of the war

my war

past fights present

a child

remainder of the peace

six words

i wont hurt you little one

wasp drinks

dust falls

ash dies

sky dulls

rain drops

blood fades

child grows

how could you hurt me now?