The child wanders the shattered streets
Eyes vacant,
Reflecting carnage
Twitching at every sound

Alone, except for a broken doll
One armed, single eyed
Dragged behind skinny legs
Bruised and battered feet

Stumbles over shattered glass
Between two walls
That once held a roof
Now open to the sky

 

Against a splintered door
A mirror leans
Reflects the red soaked dress
Then shows a crumbling wall

Across the stone strewn garden
She finds a warm grey stone
And, mouthing silent words
Talks to the damaged doll

Into the quiet
Thrilling, trilling, warbling
A bird so small
Sings just for her

She stares in wonder
As it stands so close
Into her eyes
Comes a brightness
Called LIFE

©John W. Kelly