things that come and go: poetry of a city

Things that come and go

After The Boy in The Striped Pyjamas

She doesn't understand

Why good things come and go

Too frequently

Too frequently

Chocolate cookie chunks

Butter and jam scones

For birthday candles

For carefree mornings

Clapping children

Caffeine in beans and water

With a crush, a roll and a lick.

Notebook

For randomness, and joy

With cheerful names and

Skipping little mushrooms

Before the last flicker of ink

Comes the last patch of innocence

Only to find glowing colors as

Baits of poison

Then comes the recycling of

Distress, despair and

Dead.

Hippo

For all happy cuddlings

Any stuffed body can provide.

Pale blue striped pyjamas with

Cotton stuffings –

An early forecast?

She can't define herself under the

Pale blue striped pyjamas.

There she goes.

Eventually the gas will go, too.

Along with the other pieces of humanity

That went too frequently.

~ Demetria Hardwood

This poem is about WWII, in case I made it too abstract!

"the gas" refers to the gas chamber in concentrated camps

>< Please comment and could anyone teach me how to balance between being abstract and showing too much? Thx a lot :)