Day 555

The boy was getting water for his family.
Buckets nearly as large as he was,
but this was something he did
every day.  Those who saw him
wondered how he could carry them,
walk holding tight to their metal handles;
but always he was proud he never
spilled a drop.  So when the plane
let loose its bomb
right there on the road
where the boy was walking,
the first thing he thought about
was the water.  What time
did he have to think
anything?  Those
who found him were shocked
to find the two buckets
under his chest, the boy
protecting the water
until the end.  His small shattered
body soaked, his blood
staining the water red.