heavy rain from a darkening sky
and buildings fall
no one knows what will be left
running down the nowhere
where dreams die
on a metal tray
at the hospital morgue
trouser leg pushed up
the search for black ink
and a child's name
begins
perhaps the arm
the hip
the back?
and the children plead,
lie to me,
tell me,
i won't die,
today
and the silent screams
are left in an eternity of why?
foul and bitter hearts
will prevail
on both sides,
this is the poetry of death