BLOCKS

BLOCKS

we had our bullding blocks out
the whole carpet
was covered in them

so much fun to be had
building castles; founding
empires

our imaginations
free-wheeling
about the
tiny world of
the living room

and then, in a rather peverse
surge of destructive mind-set
we entertained
the thought of planes
raining down destruction
our tiny
      populations crushed,
destroyed
bombed out
   of existence

no shelter bullt, or place
of refuge

     it simply being a matter
of available
bricks

          and then we heard
real bombs falling
exploding in sticks until

we took
   a direct hit             so
forgive us

      if we can neither explain
nor suggest
                 our guess
at a reason

for we are dead now, as
yet undeclared