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.