The Death of a Child

Keepsake, I am trapped in faulty memories

Take what you need to

Put your sticky fingers on everything at the scene

And pocket the gypsie ring, that reminds you, crystal balls tell the truth

You will feel women’s eyes watching over you

“Remeber and remember and remember”

They will be like demon birds

Swarming you

As a man walks out in a dark suit

He’s trudging forward into the sea

The birds are nervous,

He comes closer to me

The windows to his soul, dark abysses

Silence in the midst of a shrill scream

He smells of vinegar and redwood

He descends like the weight of isolation

A sentence to a life in a cell, confined, simultaneously trapped inside

He has come to tell me of the death of a child