Dead children,                                                                                                       if you've seen them fresh,
so to speak,
look like dolls,
porcelain
white
with all the blood
drained
from their veins.
I've seen them
done them
accident or not.
Some things
you cannot be
just sorry for.
It's not enough
in the scheme
of things.
Dead children
stay with you
sleep with you
eat with you
and remind you
every day
of their demise.
Dead children
are not
to be
denied
nor forgotten
nor excused
nor
and especially
justified.
there is none
for that
not ever.
This is the tale
you walk from
and never
ever speak of.
And sadly,
the one
that defines you.
Dead children are not
and cannot
be denied.
Good night,
they say.