Bluebirds
Before the war
bluebirds were just blue birds.
We danced the fright away,
with crazy made-up steps,
some thought us reckless
but the moon was in our eyes.
Bombs arrived.
CNN played the death count down,
until it too was obliterated.
Scorched bodies
tumbled listlessly,
down deserted streets.
Many took to the sewage systems.
Down there in the stinking dark,
the rats were dancing,
with an insane
and tortured frenzy,
as if
angry bluebirds
pecked
at their maddened eyes.
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