كلمات Correcting a Mistake

When the bombs fell We were in the hospital Receiving the good news The test results burst into flames In the doctor’s hands Glass perforated your healing skin Overpressure broke our embrace Shrapnel amputated your smile And I learned what silence means When the bombs fell All the confusion fell away And the earth was made simple again When I awoke I tasted blood and cinders Like lubricants of change A dying orderly told me It was quick and painless for you As his ribs broke through his skin It was not quick or painless for him Is it wrong to feel relieved? Maybe this was for the best Someone told me there was a plan They’re making this world a better place One mess at a time+9