ruined country

my words find death
on a timely mission
in a ruined country where
women are walled in and
the children are ghostly
pointing to a body in
an elemental room
they all dream of family
but it's someone else's display

the moment is absent when
the war comes home
spirits turn to statues and
are gathered there for decades
hidden in walls
appearing as if manufactured
unobserved, unmissed
unthought of and
slipping away