The bombs rain down on us
From a sky as cold and grey
The snowy ground before me
Is set ablaze with blue fire.
It engulfs my front porch
And chases me through the halls.
It is waiting for me
In the nursery,
Where I pull the baby
From her restless sleep.
Her doll is burning;
It’s porcelain face is chipped.
Her teddy bear has lost its two black eyes.
Her room is filled with red,
As is my chest.
She wails and screams
As I race from the house,
Her head still covered by a lacy pink bonnet.
Her childhood has already been taken from her,
Though she does not yet know it.
But I know.
I watch our home go up in flames,
And soon, the whole city with it.
This war has taken everything from me.
When morning comes,
I sit in the pale sunlight
That overlooks the hills
And converse with the ghosts that linger there.
They were like me once.
Perhaps I am like them
And have fallen away
From the living and the earth.
I cannot tell.
The cries of my child and the wailing of sirens
Keep me awake long into the night.