Loving Stephan

Dead nursery,
where the children lay:
"We love them all",
a simple incomplete design.
Festered youngsters
destroyed in their wake.
"Our little angel",
quite literal. Apparent disgust,
provided with no wings
to escape the premature coffin.
The laughing in the playground
dies to silence
"We're sorry", once again.
With no noticable anger,
the death lives on.
With no opposable force,
the children cry in their coffins.
No lesson learnt in silence
for broken bones,
and broken innocense
leave the lasting mark.
"You'll learn your own way",
and that we shall.

Mummy's little soldier
never made it to the war,
Stephan's useless limbs
will walk no more,
the blackened eyes
see no more truth.
The solemn silence
breathes a precious message
that reflects
on hypocricy's tear.
"Let sleeping children lie"
he said, and all shall be forgotten,
"We always loved you"
and sometimes love is hard in a harsh environment.

While the bitter stench of cold decay
leaves the crib, slowly and carefully,
disturbing only those disturbed already,
the crying silence washes everything away.

"You'll learn your own way",
and that we will.
Anger is a gift
and we shall provide it.