I see the bare bones
of living organisms
Called fighter jets
Skeletons of buildings
Destroyed in bombings
Debris of kitchens
And beds on fire
Roasted kids
And men in flames
I mistook this earth for hell
And men who caused
The buildings
To lose their flesh
And turn bare bones
For monsters
On nemetic duty
To settle the cosmic disorder
And restore equilibrium
Not God! Alas! men take up in their hands
The job of Angels
To find fault with men
And set them right
And they take out arms
Lightning and thunder
To silence millions
And denude the earth
Of life,
Replacing it with dead bones
Of aircraft and buildings.
