Bombs

I lay in bed
and I cannot sleep
the rumble is not in my head
the rumble is not in my head

How many bombs does it take
to get used to the background noise?
How many broken mouths
and shattered faces?

We lay in bed
and cannot feel
the place in flames, the turning wheels.
We lay in bed and try sleep
and dream a dream that doesn't sting

How many trembling fingers
and fists waving in impotence
'till the kids go back to bed
their good-night grenades
and shots in the wind?

And the rumble
the rumble is background noise for my night
as the siren's song puts me to sleep