Prayer For Another Bomb And another bomb drops I look out the window. Blue sky, white wispy clouds, blue jays play tag through the trees, the grass gently sways. And another bomb drops I open the door, hold the dog back with one leg, exchange smiles with the FedEx delivery driver, take the package of toothpaste and paperclips delivered overnight. And another bomb drops The light turns green, parallel lines dotted with cars squirm in both directions, horns beep, signs neon and flash. And another bomb drops. My grandbaby undresses her skinny doll and stuffs it under the couch cushion, then takes it back out and gives it a kiss on the forehead. And another bomb drops. A different baby, in a different place and different doll, in a different land, lay charred in the ashes.