He’s just waiting for Bread.

The Sky is Black.

The Sea is Mocking.

The Stiffening Donkey Split apart.

 

There are Women Screaming at Nothing.

The Sky is Mocking.

The Sea is Red.

The Twisted Metal Draped with Rags.

 

There is Silence after Massacre.

The Sun is Beautiful,

It knows not Death or Life,

Enlightening all alike.

 

Their Pain is the Same,

It takes Residence in Emptiness

Its dull thud fills the Space.

It never ceases.

 

He’s just waiting for Bread.

He doesn’t want to eat.

It’s somewhere to be,

While he waits to Die.