Day 924

Two brothers dead
in the same moment,
the same bombing.
Two brothers who played
together, studied together,
ate together, took care
of their younger siblings together,
now lie together in separate graves.
Two brothers who loved and fought,
two brothers who consoled
each other, argued for each other.
Are their parents, their sisters,
alive to grieve them?  To
speak about how
they could not save each other?
How funny they were, how full
of mischief?  How neither of them
would have wished
for the other to join him
here, in the sightless company
of moles and worms.
Here, in darkness below darkness.
Here, in silence surrounding silence.