Smile in Blitz

We love your smile.

Shall it be here, grinning tomorrow?

Must we see it in your, my, our death?

Is it something that will manifest

In sweet sorrow?

We question this.

We want your smile.

Even as the planes zoom up-riled

Even as the sounds smoke us out

Like boom, boom, boom, knocked about

In deep vile.

We do not question this.

We hope your smile

Will live on in us, as our marrow

Will live on as you are blasted away

By strict lightning, to dull the pain

Of fierce lows.

We feel ashamed.

We feel your smile.