Two lost.

"Two children
dead
Before their lives began."
A disconnected voice
On the intercom
      says.
Silence invades the room
and takes us hostage,
Demanding that we weep
For their broken bodies.
Demanding that we claw the ground,
Gnash our teeth and tear our hair in
grief.
But we simply stare at our shoes
Trying to avoid the glare of our own mortality.