They Had No Names

THE MARKET PLACE

The bomb

Splayed flesh and bones

Like cobblestones along the dust road

Blood mixing with the juices of over-ripened tomatoes

Staining the concrete under their feet

No one would cry for them

They had no names

THE GIRL

Eyes hazy with what could have been

Innocence floated away in the sea of his cold pupils

Her silent screams

Time draws wrinkles in her skin

She returns to dust

Tears would not flow for her

She had no name

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                SOLDIER BOY

Swollen footprints in the sand                                                                       

Split skulls with questioning glances

Crumbling walls

Broken soul

Spilled blood howling in his ears

Stomach caved in like a bottomless black hole

Sucking up the remnants of a shattered existence

Dreams dangling just out of reach

Buried in a mass grave

Atop a bed of corpses

Breath departs his lungs 

Darkness envelopes his cold shell

He had no name

No one would sing the blues for him

Except for that chicken in his pocket

It would cackle until dawn