and then there were none

and then there were none

a little kid

in a tall city

weeps among the smoke

and debris

a father gone

in a crumbling exhibit

passersby pass by

with a tear in their hand

new structures emerge

but old hearts remember

day after day

cries blowing in an ashen wind.

erin-cilberto

5/14/2021

Reviews

[Relic]

Kind of describes the recent news quite well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and old news as well, such sad news.
thank you, Relic,
j.

[Just Kim]

I really like the undertone of this write, This is wonderful. love the closing lines

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Kim,
j.