where have all the children gonee


the creaking silence of age echos through the streets sounds like old wooden floors underr heavy feett
all of the children once running around have evacuated or maybe they've justt
dissapearedd
where have all the children gonee?

just yesterday they were tieing ribbons in trees and swinging from the branches they were leaping overr hot coals and swooning at anything where have all the children gonee?
those of us who remain wonder around like abandoned children in shopping mallss
where have all the children gonee?

maybe this is just a dream maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelvess
if we put our ears to those shelves they would tell us story's of how they were emptiedd
emptied by the fingers of fathers emptied into the flesh of their sons and daughterss
where have all the children gonee?

we hope their hiding, we hope their playing a gamee
but we know this is really happenningg
where have all the children gonee?
 Joseph Kerschbaum






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