above us only sky
no need to sit and wonder why
sipping milk eating warm apple pie
looking for myself
on a back room kitchen shelf
imagining what to say
getting out of bed one day
and leaving the house to play,
polishing my mind
not to be so unkind:
in a certain kind of trance,
i was watching myself learn to dance
arm and arm with the war.
nothing insignificant to ignore,
the bombs fell
and everybody could smell
the burning of human flesh.
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