My Child

by March 27, 2017 0 comments

My child was there before
Now there’s empty space
The air still forever more
Clock hands laying waste

Passersby violate without cause
The space once occupied
Not one of them has even paused
Not one of them has cried

My child was there before
Right in that very place
The world content to ignore
The flooded canyons of my face

– Christopher Minton

editors note:

Such loss, suffered in solitude, should never be. – mh clay

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