Nameless Village, Faceless Me

The intimate madness of war

At loss for words. At loss for light,
These hollow, hounded amputees
Who walk, eyes wide, on blistering knees
Through streets that changed them overnight.
No echo now. No walls to bounce
A voice, a ball ,a memory.
Dissolved, the vocal history
Of café, corner, cousin's house.
A falling bomb, a shooting star,
The knock of Death upon the roof.
The vacancy, the dying proof
Of just how fragile people are.
A child blinks. No hesitance-
Snap the shot before it's lost
So someone sees the holocaust
Of one soul's dying innocence.