Xylophone

David sat here
By the rooftop, looking South
A prayer for the first responders
They were German and feeling well
Six pairs of lungs today
A solemn bit of Earth being turned
A thousand trillion Euros for keep
Kids on notice-
There was a war and an accident
Three years for better days
A stink for redemption
But the peers in line-
We’re not our best
We invest in freedom
And finding our renew
The Earth’s project
And just at last
An attempted standing
Will see the coup
And bear on our Sun
In perfect hiding
For his law-
The one of the land
And only day
In his life
To recover-
Unarmed
And likely injured
For poetic frost