Black paper

Black cut out paper boughs
are hanging heavy with orange sky
as bats shoot across the still silhouettes
lit by amber, a manmade artificial cross
it reminds us we are counting death
screams and terror shots of red
a land across the sea is clinging
clinging barely breathing, as
we too wonder we wonder
the enormity the insaneness
curtains half drawn doors are closed
still minds and hearts are in another land
helpless hopeless here we remain
what can we do but look out
at cut out black paper boughs.