hymn for bombs

i want to watch
the world turn from
my tomb

i want the summer
sun to see how few
of you remain

your face will fall
the worms will rise
to kiss your face
to bless your eyes

i want to glow in
darkness sown in
ashen sky

i want to know
the reason even
good men lie

your feet will stand
on deeper ground
and walk through flame
without a sound

i want to spit
into this family's
open grave

i want to turn
away from unknown
generations