Day 365

Where are you, small child?
I have looked for you in the blackened air.
I have looked for you in the streets
that are not streets anymore but open tombs.
I have looked for you in the hearts of those
who have destroyed us, and I can’t find you.
Are you in the fallen roof?  The remains
of the hallway? The eyes of your dog
who, miraculously, still lives, perhaps
so she can hold you within herself.  
Every day I feed her what I can.
Today was canned beans, yesterday
a few slices of bread.