Death, once worked overtime
near tiny furnaces designed
for throwaway
Lying rest to childrens’ bones
                                       in pauper graves
aligned a big marble cross on stone
                           [&Christ a

                                 :party of one. . .

strung up weeping tears and blood]

Even a grand bell ringing
cannot drown out the sound
of ricochet screaming

Even God cannot soothe
humanity’s collective grieving

Now that we’ve all discovered this truth.

–LM. (Authors Note: For the thousands of dead children recently unearthed in Canada’s schools.)

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