He opened his eyes And saw the squalor around, Glistened his eyelids, He shed it without a sound. For months he was afloat In the dark warm bay, Waiting to arrive here To live love and play! She smiled as he cried, Happy to see him land, Life squirted from her *****, She could die just for his hand. Yet as he opened his eyes He saw only squalor around, Her love couldn't hold him back, His eyes closed without a sound!
For the boy who died minutes after his birth. His tombstone is still standing in a corner at the Ross Island cemetery.