The dying
The dead
The forgotten
The unlived dreams.

She was 12
He was 8
They trailed west
But just became meat
One *****, beaten, ***** and ate
The other just ate.

Shaved memories of something
Something said by somebody
Oh, a little girl
Said the sun would whirl
And the moon would bow
Means nothing to a dead and cooked cow.

They make concentric circles
In and out
The Taliban
Spreading goodness wherever they go...
Just after eating
A little boy and girl.