A Bomb in the Park

Resting on a lawn stone
watching the kids' see-saw
until
some muddish storm
chocked,
melting the fleshes
like chocolates heated on top of a pan
vapourise.
Never knew why
there are no bones left on see-saw's top
while
my head got replaced with
the mother of
three grazing fawns
that
don't even intrude with
conflict of humans.