Bones, Shoes,
The Holiday’s Promise
Ended in Dirt,
Mud,
Seawater and Death
“are we really going to die?”
Texted the Schoolchild,
Ignorant -No, Innocent,
Not Only of Death
But of this ‘really’ too.


‘really’ is Really the Responsibility
of Adults, Governors,
Owners and Traders
All Those who Profit
From Their Status
and Maturity.


Bones, Shoes,
Mummy Always Made Sure My Shoes Were Clean
Now My Bones are Clean Too

SEWOL POEM