At A Certain Moment

At a certain moment

By no one’s clock

The child can not still tell time

The scarlet bird stops its innocent play

And turns without warning into

The city’s bomb.

What can the child do but scream

But hide inside a silver hut

Where he sees out where no one sees in

Where the dream is a dream of petals falling off

Of faces cracked and howling

Of blood in the gutter

Of mothers and fathers hunting

For recognizabel remnants among rubble

Of the body the human body

Doing a charred unnatural dance

 

–for Paolo