Human Scraps

For all the innocent children and sweet little souls we couldn’t protect.

Photo by Bernard Hermant from Unsplash

tiny
little hands
supple, red, ashen
reaching up and searching
falls on drowsy eyes, witnessing
twirling stars, dancing on dark skies
comes landing on rubbles, hospitals, and people
when stars go vwoosh, houses go boom!
deafening sounds singing like constellations breaking space.
breaking and taking fathers, mothers, and lands
claiming the name written on her little hands
tied and dangled them above, replacing stars
her eyes, skin, flesh, heart, and arms.