Another Death

A rush of fetid wind rushed by last night
As denizens of darkness stilled their flight
And tremours shook the earth as shadows fell
Then day returned to cover it in light.

I listened to a child cry in the street,

Then silence as my heart refused to beat.
Tears washed my face for what I couldn’t touch,
A soulless city wrapped in summer heat.

Somewhere a mother holds a broken toy

And cries because she’s lost her only boy,
A victim of a sad humanity
That has no dreams and took a mother’s joy.

© 2010 Pam H. Murray