My Dearest Children
Lay scattered on the floor
Heads, many heads separated from their bodies
wilting under the sun
their blood and beauty wasted
The murderer took a machete to their
for they wouldn’t
be the perfect toy
to the hairy
My day was
miserable for I
was left to mop up their mangled
and wilting heads.
I wept at the loss of beautiful children
Children that would not see tomorrow.