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Smoking
skeletons stand
Where
skyscrapers were
Two little
children play hide and seek
In the
rubble of your past
Shards of
glass bite tiny feet
But the
blood seeps into the dirt, unnoticed
Laughter
rings hollow from little mouths
And the
smoke carries it upward
But heaven
won’t let it in
January 2, 2007