Rubble City Poem by Kyra MacKenna

Rubble City



Eyes...open.
Slowly
and
painfully.
light penetrates the dark,
the safety,
the ruins.
the night, a blur,
flashes of blazing light,
screams sounding out-
A voice:
'Cry havoc!
And loose the dogs of war!
Our sons wont come home
No More! '
A staccato cracks,
the voice is silenced.
But now is the morning,
the dawning light gleams
off heaps of rubble,
a lone doll,
nay, 'tis a child.
Inside she weeps,
but silent she remains.
Earlier,
they 'spared' the children.
That changed.
Still, she is here,
an unchild like child.
Silently she weeps,
for the Rubble City,
the Staccato Soldiers,
the Dolls sprawled in the streets.
She is insignificant
in her world.
Such a cruel world!
Survival alone
is all they have
and she cies for them.
She gathers the weak,
and teaches them stregnth,
love, happiness,
but they still leave
her Rubble City.
Soon she creeps forward
to start over again
out of sight, out of mind
she hides.
Gathering more children
to teach them how to live.

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