There was a place, here, in this space,
And behind this place there was a field,
over there they used to play,
They kicked and ran inside the field.
I heard their laughs and felt their grins
I felt their happiness like the sun in June
They always ran past our gate
They ran home to eat, and came back at noon
They flung themselves into life like birds
diving in and out of the sky,
We watched them grow just an inch or so
then watched their happiness as it bled dry
We found their bodies in the ruins
this space, this place, it became their graves
It became their plight.
Their eyes open, they, at least, must have seen
the sky turn,
But a fluttering blue and white.