They say in Yemen the malls have turned to rubble
The playground air vibrates
with squeaks, short squeals,
call of the aggrieved caretaker
Little bodies streak like free
radicals over a padded enclosure.
Above, grey sky disperses pale benediction
Through the skylight's glass
A hijab headed woman sits
beside a blonde in a summer dress
their children chase each other
round giant fast food replicas.
One young girl jumps
on a large cup of spilled soda
clings to the side slides slowly
to the floor. Tries again dodging
children swirling all around her
like some blasted debris.