The day was bright and shone with light.
The flowers grew up in April.
Down on the grasses they shot – and – and –
On our stone paths we fell down, we fell
Down on shots that ring from rooms
With signs posted: bleeding to death,
The day was, bright, and, shone, with light.
The flowers, grew up in, April?
Up in the book shelves they broke – so – much –
Of our books, of the stories we tell
To each other… and in the end
A boy fell from a window…
The day was bright – it shone with light –