The nameless child

by Andrada Costoiu

Photo: George Hodan, “Sad Boy” 

​The bomb that fell flattened his world,
And drew corridors of fire
That led everywhere and nowhere,
Toward a future that kept hanging.

The tearless silence was floating,
Dressed with silk black cap,
As faith was rewriting the lists
For new havens.

His eyes were closed, but it was bright inside,
He remembered the taste of chocolate
And how he ran up and down the hills
Over the desert.

He will soon hear the others,
Crawling like him, on their canes of hope,
Their skills got sharper every time.

He’ll join them in the quest for 
Their food for tomorrow:
Wild mushrooms and rabbits.
Sometimes they will go by the airfield,
Wondering loud where the storks were,
And why was their place taken by uniformed men.

He felt his body burning,
Heard shouting, faint, then rising,
He smelled his…