Sanity is golden

At night to the melody of planes overhead
a shower of debris
weary bodies sleep in fitful bursts
he huddles
beneath a raspy blanket
no cotton sheets, no pillow
memories of yesterday
remind him what he's lost
sky perpetually cloudy
no threat of rain in sight-
but casings, shells and metal parts
mixed with human blood and bone
the songs that play during the day
not much better than at night
an accompaniment to the cries
that continue all the time
sanity is golden here-
dearer than diamonds or gold
no need for treasures here, where
value is not their own
skeletons walk the streets
scavenging for life
yesterday indulgence
today endurance
to melodies and songs
that he wishes would end
so he could pack his soul
and send it back home
and leave his shell,
battered and bruise here
to mark his stay in a desolate
land of death