Editor’s Note: Kerry Arquette’s book of poems, War Cries: Unheard Voices, Unmarked Graves is now available for pre-order here.

Bombing of Britain via artistkerryarquette.com

Jack isn’t as scarded of giants as me

Cause he got away.

He slided down the beanstalk and chopped it up to bits.

Then the giant’s butt hit the ground Hard!

Hah!

David isn’t worried of giants either.

He was good at slingshotting

And he bonked Goliath in the head with a rock

And the giant died and David won.

Yeah!

If I was a brave giant killer I probly wouldn’t cry

When the sky splits open with lightening rain

And big smashing feet wobble my house.

Boom, Boom, Boom!

BOOM!

My…I…then, there’s no air ‘cause the giant sucks it all in.

And I shake and my hands are sticky, drippy

So I crawl under my bed to lie flat as…as…

And I close my eyes and stick pointer fingers in my ears.

Disappeared.

From far off I hear’d Mama screaming.

 “Timmy, Oh, God! Tim, WHERE ARE YOU?”

Somethin’ was wailing and the stomps bammed

And no way, noooo way, was I going to come out—

Ever.