Tuesday, August 26, 2014

They All Fall Down (Poem)

They All Fall Down

Their mouths are full
of dust. The concrete
mountains buckle
and split, the floors
beneath them cracking
like bones, behind them
a trail of floating doves'
feathers suddenly catching
the attention of the children.

© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas


Louise Gallagher said...

your words are powerful.

jen revved said...

on target, Maureen. Beautifully focused-- xxj

S. Etole said...

the taste of war ...