Xylophone

David sat here By the rooftop, looking South A prayer for the first responders They were German and feeling well Six pairs of lungs today A solemn bit of Earth being turned A thousand trillion Euros for keep Kids on notice- There was a war and an accident Three years for better days A stink for redemption But the peers in line- We’re not our best We invest in freedom And finding our renew The Earth’s project And just at last An attempted standing Will see the coup And bear on our Sun In perfect hiding For his law- The one of the land And only day In his life To recover- Unarmed And likely injured For poetic frost