I
Bare feet, on dirty floor
One eye blind
Half past score
Amazed
By the quick passing
Of similar red brick houses
Coming back
To reality
With raised brows
A flood of darkness
In their eyes
And lips slightly apart
Vision of mortality
And glaring zero
In modest eyes
Emotions
By-product of imagination
And childish dreams
II
And we sing
And we dance
And make merry in the sun
While they cry
And mourn
For their dead son
We play games
They play themselves
Out
Nothing known
About their
Whereabouts.
III
So bury them
By my side
For he is my brother
As we shared
The same pain
In glorious days and nights
While you watch
In your exuberance
The departure of one more soul