A world of color floods leaking eyes
Glossed over by salty tears
That cut canals in his rosy cheeks
Crying due to his now flowering lungs in use for the first
time
Hands clenched together
Mother’s fostering hands tremor above the unseen halo
Tender care given to every movement
Worshipping her new found child of god
A world of war floods leaking eyes
Glossed over with dusty air
Premature due to malnourishment
Above deteriorating beams echoing an infant’s
shrieks
Family gathered in a covering
As a graduating hum of a Gloster SS.37
engine overhead gives them bumps across
their skeletal arms
Mother’s hands push it away
She does not want to know the gender
In her stolid eyes, it is not hers
Unprepared, unwanted, unloved
Family leaves, same size as when entered
Mother slumped over, exhausted, her pain is
also in the heart
Cold wind gusts, broken wings, impeding hums
Broken cries that will remain unattended
Till its death
One birth, contrasts the other
One out of love, one left behind
One baby will be loved and nurtured as it should be
The other will die within days, abandoned