Lament

Lament

Glass tears of loss drop into the batter
Disappearing into the swirling motion of tomorrow.
"It must be so. " "The earth must be fed our children. " "Their blood must heal."
A mother's arm turns the world while a father's rage smashes it.
She stirs the sons and daughters into the mixture of her unceasing pain and anger,
While their bodies pile up on her table waiting to be layered into the crust.
"He will be content."