Taste the soot
and the smoke
in a blood loss complexion

as the last plume of life
bleeds into the black sky

and the eyes
of the dead
yeild us no detection

of councious thought and reconisition
just soul less motion and submission

see the pale 
hands of ice
as they drive in direction

of quickening pace
that none can maintain

and they fumble
and fail
and lose all conception

of beauty,love and full sensation
to these they never find relation

we watch them bloom and billow like smoke in dire night
as the hopes that people live for abandon and take flight
the countless and the hope less gave all they could give
and yet they were forced to die just so they could live.