Sandy Hook: Frail Envelope Of Flesh Poem by Michael Burch
Sandy Hook: Frail Envelope Of Flesh
Frail envelope of flesh,
lying cold on the surgeon's table
with anguished eyes
like your mother's eyes
and a heartbeat weak, unstable...
Frail crucible of dust,
brief flower come to this—
your tiny hand
in your mother's hand
for a last bewildered kiss...
Brief mayfly of a child,
to live six artless years!
Now your mother's lips
seal up your lips
from the Deluge of her tears...
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