The falling children
31 January 2016
Each of them
Unknown mother’s son
Their graves white
Their hair cut
Their tomorrows spent in night
Their haunting timeless
Lily white
The stone on the Earth
Trace of them
Fading slow
With the last pieces of bone
Replicating loss
The tears dark
Blackwashing markings
Rimmel lakes
Connection
The soul a weary bundle
The struggle to sigh
She awaits
Hope within bosom
Her plaits neat
Flowers strewn
She had kissed him to wane moon
He will call in well
He lies deep
Battered and lonesome
His clothes pressed
Upon his corpse
They had sewn in his blown feet
He walked on a shell
They crawl wild
With the gnawing news
Inhaling
Exhaling
Orphaned dreams set their dark fate
The falling children
The love lost
Three times blown over
Ghosts hover
Angels weep
Her love so deep now asleep
The forever kind
A twin loss
Her womb now empty
She stares blank
The walls smite
Like those silent lilies’ sight
Her wish? to be blind!
Reading of the poem:
In your head zombie – Cranberry
Strawberry Fields – Across the Universe
They dance alone – Sting