Detritus

Explosive matter collides with earth,
life disintegrates in seconds.
Fragments of limbs once arms around
loving shoulders, feet no longer counting steps.
There is the earth, and there are those who walk it,
so quickly do the two merge in war.
Here, says the world, take a sift larger
than your heart can bear to hold,
find your human in the remains of a massacre.
One way or the other, everyone
becomes the mess a war leaves behind.