Nutrition – Poem

Blood coats the sky as,
skipping to catch the schulbus,
kinder clink past a row of bushes.

Their leaves, clothed in moldy motley,
cover branching intestines.
Ants probe yogurt hill.

That steel lunchbox waits on time.
Contents rattle as the wheels turn.
Gum snatches a snack.

Gusts suck moisture from the flesh
of tots bounding to the klassenzimmer.
The fountain spits slobber.

A clock ticks out of time
above the table, lights flicker,
gnashing teeth snicker.

Outside, beneath heavens dried black,
the lunchbox trundles off to bed
in silence as the wheel turns.