Death Of A Child
Death Of A Child
When I was a child, at school,
I lost a perfumed eraser,
Green border on top,
For days I cried.
Now I am losing my world,
signing it off to destruction,
life catapulted with weapons,
graying the verdure
of being together
as friends, family, neighbors.
With painful words,
Adulterated actions,
The infinite stage, not an eraser, is breaking apart wild
Intelligently;
But I have learned to endure,
Now, I am an adult as far as I can see.
As a result, waters do not break
from the eyes, not a drop of tear
rolls down my cheek, and coagulate like a lake
or inundate like an overflowing river,
For long forlorn, the child
in me, went still and died.