Rainbow Crayons and White Pages
The children were asked to paint
What they remember of summerbreak
In other parts of the world
They would have painted beaches, bicycles
And smiling stickmen in front of ice cream parlours
But these stickmen were expressionless,
Lying face down, shaded red
In the background, the red and gold tongues
Of renegade flames licked the sky
Black with the soot of burning buildings, their homes.
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