Day 346

Look at the birds, they are flying
beneath the warplanes.  They are looking
for trees they once sat in, roofs
where they built their nests.  They 
are contenting themselves
with these pieces of concrete, these fallen
ceilings.  The birds circle the rubble,
looking for what they can eat.  Are their wings
strong?  Can they still sing?  They are weaving
their way over parched land, burning grasses.
They ask for nothing and take what they find.
Look!  children are running
through fields where nothing grows,
following their paths, their arms
spread, dipping and veering,
making cries like birds.