Trapped in Concrete

The young child, nose pressed on the window,
watches the ice cream van come down the muddy road.
A large, dusty book lies by him, untouched,
and the TV buzzes in the background.
The boy stares as outside the sky-scraping building
the kid with the sky blue hat reaches to grab the chocolate chip cone.

Reapers

Scary men with the expression of evil on their faces,
are sharpening knives. I see them place the bodies
in their old truck as a thing that's done,
and start their silent escape one by one.

The men drive a truck through the desert,
and there a young child, startled, spluttering bleeds,
his life close to non-existence. I see the men,
blood-stained, continue cutting bodies and laughing.