The sandy haired man
without a last breath
Lay face down in the
root cellar
along with the others
who had metted
out death

The man in charge
demanded to know
who had found the bodies
partially covered in snow

"I did!", said the ten year
old girl
I could only imagine how
it had turned upside down
her prescious young world

Then the one in charge
asked if we had heard any sounds
Seen any lights
there
or anywhere around

I looked at the faces that I could see
Some stared back while the others looked down at their feet

The only sound was silence
in retreat
Oh ! and the wind and the shuffling of feet

"I want all of your names",
said the gruff man with disdain ,
"Your addresses , your phone numbers , so we can get back in touch again."

I looked down at the bodies
that must be frozen by now
Glad I wasn't the one who'd be moving them anyhow