“Roadside Bomb” by Heys Wolfenden

Like an explosion of consciousness
The bomb awakes the scene:
Like an animal in the throes of distress,
Like a bad and awful dream,
Like a child snatched in the night
To feed somebody's porn,
Like a kid killed in a fight,
Like a baby delivered still-born.

Then comes the screaming
Of the boy who's lost his legs,
His eyes all streaming:
His feet such shattered dregs,
His blood flowing like a river,
A surging river of hectic red.
Think of his mother. What will they give her
When they tell her that he's dead?