One flower, my family and I,
And I but a petal.
I grasp a hoe in one hand
Wife and child by the other.

It wasn’t I who drove that stake
Into the earth, then pulled it out.
I’m innocent—-rather we are.
Like that white cloud above.

I stretch out my right hand: nothing.
I raise my left: nobody.
A white flower opens,
And now I stand apart.

While, above, a bomber soars.
My family and I are buried alive.
I’m a handful of earth.
Untraceable.