Light steps carried us such
Past alleys of darkened past,
Stoned where, armed in thick cloaks,
On metalled paths were shadows cast.
Softened steps shook our heart
Thundering as they echoed on road
Plunging guts, with heaving breaths;
Wisps of winter's cold, a load.
Such melancholy gripped the scene
Once a town, now torn apart.
Lest a voice was heard we whispered
Though was not a soul in sight, nor a beating heart.
We did what we sought to do—
Put to rest some broken parts.
We opened our mouths to sing a prayer
Seeking solace for lives now lost.
Had we more love to spare a care
We could have breathed with ease.
But we were mourners who pretend,
To wash guilt of few, with injustice of some upheld.
Not a word was left unspoken
Which mattered to none.
Yet we left the dead mangled
To be burnt up by the sun.
Ours was only a role to show,
Cry to dishearten, cry another lore
Who cared for such a ruined city?
We had world to dishearten, to tear them apart
For what's more powerful than a vengeful heart?
And when all was done and fine
We rested our slumped backs,
Wrapped in cloaks of haunting loss and pain
Preparing to return
Back into our lives without a sound,
Built upon bones and flesh of thousands
Such torn, cities and towns.