Day 531

Give me your hand.  We can still walk
together over the ruins.  The destruction
that paused for a moment has begun again. 
Walk with me under these skies, that were clear
and now are filled again with death.  Death
rattles its poison chant over our heads.
The walls we rebuilt are falling, graves
open their mouths to devour our children.
Walk with me. Spring taunts us
with its wildflowers:  blue and purple,
orange and white.  For now they drift
in the gentle air; tomorrow
their green and supple stems
will be soaked again in our blood.