Coffins by Therese Angelo Lyrics

The children outside
scream, playing loudly
I am lost in listlessness
the sounds of a newscaster
play in the background
blurring the lines between
opposite realities

I think that I have imagined
his words
Orphaned children in an African village
making coffins for each other
all dying of aids
no one cares

secretly, they eyeball each other
approximating height and weight
so each will be cozy
in his eternal bed
besides, it gives them
something to do
keeps them occupied
until the stupor of death
claims them
I stare at the children
outside my house
playing a game of war
high-tech skates, expensive bicycles
I realize
I am no longer lost
in a listless state