From When The Bombs Fell

These bones lay dry in dirt of clayReleased from flesh, blood and sinew.Once they were childrenThey laughed and played.Once they were adults who loved and were loved.Now they are bones in dirt,Left over from when the bombs fell. This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting theContinue reading “From When The Bombs Fell”