nothing manifests itself in a procession of
longdrawn children perched in rows along
redbricked cliffs
watching
strangers without sleeping bags
mouths silent with no words
their hands
the children’s hands
lay empty on barren rock
leaves from deadwinded trees
flutter to fall unnoticed on dried earth
longdrawn fluttered faces in a row
oh children
what happened to make you so lost
StoryGirl 