In Error.
I catch somehow
the view
of inside tears in eyes
that peer
sadly
from furrowed brow.
Behind that half-smile
bravely
shown for camera
lens,
the pretence ends
as
all the while
endless
dry red dust
surrounds the sound
of home
falling,
wall by broken wall,
but
smile she must.
Homeless now,
with age-old grit
she stands,
aware
her world has stopped.
- - -
- -
Another bomb
- -
in error,
- -
dropped