The boy dreams, quiet
Legs crossed, sitting on the curb
Awake, head in hands
Eyes open, searching
Looks beyond the passing cars
Past the rumbling noise
Through the darkened shroud
Into a different world
Cloistered and alone
Reason and terror
War machines scream through the
night
The echoes of crows
Enveloped by fear
Nightmare of blood, black as oil
Rains on broken flesh
Visions of horror
The boy recoils, he struggles
With the turning world
