Life's fragility
Kayleigh
Ripples spread across the face
Of saltwater-rimmed puddles
Your delicate feet tread lightly home
Dear Kayleigh
Blind machine blind hand! (a scream)
Rose crushed beneath a boot
O God, the finality.
"My child is gone..." (a horror!)
Did you say goodbye
Dear Kayleigh?
Will your crumpled frame not rise?
Will your tiny feet not walk?
This steam that rises from your body
As spirit flees indifferent earth
O broken little heart
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