Found In The Ruins (Poetry)

More bombs are falling
puncturing the sky
randomly streaked red
far off voices cry
fading, dying, dead

Crouching, shivering
terrified and cold
flinching at each sound
barely five years old
no one else around

Blackened ruins lean
in the firelight’s glare
he whimpers although
he knows no one’s there
they fled days ago

He got left behind
in that frantic rush
felt the panic’s wave
surge and sweep and crush
those it failed to save

Morning comes with smoke
hunger grips him hard
mad with fear he fights
rescuers off-guard
he spits, snarls and bites