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
poems 2 die for 