Cradles of Sandbags

Cradles of sandbags
and over the edge hangs
tomorrow

Cradles of sandbags
houses are bashful
and shallow

Cradles on hay
no babies per se
just voices

Cradles of May
left drying for days
no roses

Piles of dog tags
nuclears, guns, tanks
and sorrow

Cradles of sandbags
the hours need moments
to borrow

Drowned here today
the soul left at bay
eroded

No dreamer is near
and if he were here
he'd poke it.