Day 182

The man is speaking of beauty,
the beauty of his garden
Behind his voice you can hear
the voices of children
They are playing death
They are playing drones
The way children in the French film
about World War Two
made a little cemetery where they buried
animals they had found
who had died, and the girl’s
dog who had been killed
along with her parents
She had carried the little dead dog
for miles, walking away from Paris,
Away from the bombings
After some time, to fill up their cemetery,
the children began killing:
Bugs, then birds, other animals
How to keep these children,
the children playing in the room
near where the man is speaking,
from becoming what hurts them