Stunned by thunder out of the sun
A woman wearing a hooded black shawl
Kneels and wails
Weeping bloody dew.
She clutches a slippery chunk of bone and flesh
All that is left.
Her child or her husband?
Both were laughing a moment ago.
Waiting at the gate.
He was reaching toward his father to pick him up.
Now they ride the shoulders of shadows,
Somewhere . . .
Their bodies silenced, seared and shredded by drones.
There will be no hungry bellies to feed tonight
Vast amounts of time
To paint her dreams with tears.