the brittle bones

the brittle bones




here in the kingdom of the heart
where
every child is given
his or her part
to play
we sometimes
wile away our days
pondering significant things
like
the right amount of chocolate sauce
to smother vanilla ice cream
with
or who is going to give
this weeks
announcement
for our quarterly feed the orphans
fund raiser.   


and of course
along comes the united states
playing
hide the laser
into yet another encampment
of children
far too young
to be joining us
so we
interrupt us as usual
to decide
who gets to piece together
the remains
of the myriad of iranian
kids
who'll no doubt be vaporized
in this latest version
of:
monsters of death and demise.


naturally
i never let them see me cry
for it is enough
for them
to watch their buddies
inevitably die.





sjw 09/20/19 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal seers into the cauldrons of emaciating fears.






from the 'baby series' of poems