Why
Was it something that they said, they wore or waved or what they maybe
thought they did ..
Or the colour of their skin, or eyes, now largely hid behind those
individual lids ..
Not to mention that bloody awful shell-shocked gaze, now staring blind
and vacant from behind
those tailor made and inexpensive wooden frames, forever gazing upward
and with tears
still streaming down each side toward that smoke streaked sky ..