People here and there

But not in the full picture.

Instead- in portions with dispositioned parts

Spread unevenly across the streets

Just like the peanut butter on a sandwich

where the sun glows with a bright neon yellow

And reflects the light against these body parts into our eyes

Seen as vibrant and gory as a glare in a mirror.

And when you take a step, all you hear is a horrific sound

The crunch of the weak and cracked bones

Like the chilling sound of celery being slowly squeezed and twisted.

Not only human and no longer humane

Mixed with a donkey’s head and a disassembled arm

A mother of an infant, unable to provide support because of the radiation

that emits out of the crumbled buildings and the scorching sun waiting above

waiting in patience to boil her down to bits.

Along with others having to hold their glowing crimson red intestines

Wobbly and Jiggly just like jello when it trembles.

Even though they survived and ended up alive,

they would wish they can make

a deal with fate to end their life.

And all of this is happening

because of the bombing

In 1937.