Blue Skies Above

In skies of blue are birds of steel

That chase the wind blown clouds
In a hopeless effort to conceal
The fate that they enshroud.

And we who give the boys our praise

Don’t see the death they make.
And yet we too have numbered days –
Retaliation in death’s wake.

The bodies scattered on the ground

That someone loved and knew,
In silent cities freed from sound
Though the sky above’s still blue.