We used to eat

By the edge of the field

Our backs on the fence

And we watched the grass grow

Till the sun went out

And the grass turned to frost

And we watched the ice melt

We knew not the fears, the worries, the tears

And everything was okay

At the edge of the field

 

But then we ate

In classroom

On the computers

Hiding from people

We disappeared behind the screens

And pretended that everything was ok

Even as the world fell down

Broke into a million pieces

We hid from our fears, our worries, our tears

And everything pretended to be ok

 

And now we eat

On the bench in the sun

With another one near in the shade

And we sit, divided together

And we know that everything is not ok

That nothing is ok

And we know well the fears, the worries, the tears

The blood on our arms, staining our hands

And we eat the flesh of our sisters and brothers

And we wish we were eating

By the edge of the field