Body Parts

For the school kids slaughtered at Mubi

We tiptoe round the blackened hole

that was our assembly ground

A heart that was full of love is an urn of ash,

A mouth once filled with laughter is full of blood,

Fingers taught to write lie as still as stones,

Stubs of futures murdered,

fingernail and bone,

We can’t find eyes.

They have been stolen, neutered, carved up, swallowed whole,

Ants in the ant lion’s pit
Flies in a spider’s web
Firewood in a war, that was not their own.

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