Young one, serene and pretty,
violently thrust into Death’s arms,
smooth babyish features grossly
framed by murky waters, sun-
kissed flesh seems dissolving
into fetid pond. Sweet, innocent
visage – so like a Buddha’s!
If only your killers had noticed.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
A murdered child, perhaps 7 years old, in a pond. This child purportedly of the Rohingya people in Myanmar. Child allegedly killed in ethnic violence. Taking a little-known relief agency’s word for it (I can offer no proof).
Cindy is a published poet who writes an average of one poem per day. She's also written five novel-length stories, is working on two others, and hopes to be an author very soon. Cindy resides in the Desert Southwest of USA with D, her husband since 1993.