THE bombs rang and rang
out with light
into the night
while long nursey nights
as laid i within bed
that darkest hour
of gigantic, formless
queerest moments
a hideous nightmare
a form of father
and mother came
to me dead :
as of night
run oh run for life!
said in almost mock despair.
I leaped and ran i ran
pulled my brother from his bed
and into the night we went.
As earth moved. As skies
shook, as stars twirled
i hide baby brother’s eyes
from that horror.
We went.
Into the wet, cold dark night.
:: 03.17.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 