Now look, see how they're dreaming. 

The black rectories while the children dream, 

Don't go so deep in slumber, 

Where you'll shy, 

Know your wondering sleep, 

Don't you fly too far away. 

Oh look, your wings are broken. 

A wide blue sky is very near. 

Soon, soon, soon, soon, soon. 

Now sleep, close your eyes, 

and have no fear. 

A wide blue sky is very near. 

I feel this poem presents exactly the emotions and mood that we as performers should be trying to portray after the piling dead bodies section. It carries a sense of sympathy throughout the text through the delicate language, such as "shy" and "dreaming". But, I feel it is also laced with a darker, more sinister side. As we are exploring a harrowing situation, yet we carry it with such a sense of familiarity - we have seen so much death that it doesn't effect us anymore, I feel like a poem that gives off both a dark and a light sense fits it perfectly. This poem also dehumanises the people we are saying it to, "your wings" completely transforms them into animals rather than human, as well as touching on the point that the wings could possibly also portray their freedom/life (or lack of it).