Day: 12 January 2021

For Sale: A New Born’s Never-Worn

I clutch little baby hands, his body wrapped in a hospital sheet.
Itโ€™s blue and red โ€“ much like his skin; my baby.
His face is the image of peace, but thereโ€™s something
not right in the silence of it all. They take him and hide him
away from my desperate eyes, but itโ€™s a loud silence
that has my whole chest-bursting at the ribs.
I beg every god I know that he might breathe.
For me.
Please.

The Living Death and Silence So Sounded

Soon enough we did notice some huntsmen with arrows, bows,
Who looked keen to put rollicking, glad deer yon day to death;
So like soldiers who safeguard the borders, we formed two rows
In hope we could stall each man that did tread with baited breath.

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