Among the rubble was a bloodied coin
Which they found in the hand of a dead boy,
Held in the hand that should have clasped a toy.
At his age there were games for him to join
But he was outside, right in the line
Of fire, in an area that bombs destroy
With such explosions that would reach the sky
And cause the earth to go to rack and ruin.
The doctor checked the boy and shook his head
(Too late for him to go under the knife,
He covered the body and shelved the lancet.)
Perhaps the boy was out to buy some bread
And tightly held the coin to pay for life
But death had no supply of it.
