When bombs explode in between books
And words and their meanings make a truce
And three-legged dogs start getting looks
while the moon and the sun coexist,
Let me be smashed and scattered
When cars leave the land
And meat sinks into the sea
and electricity dies for the last pathetic time
and families of seven lie on their back
on the highest hill they can find.
Let me be smashed and scattered
When jellyfish are worn like rings on our fingers
And dad can carry me again on his shoulders
And children sit outside on stoops in the fall
Listening to radios and waiting for heroes
Let me be smashed and scattered.
