Last night I dreamed
They offered me a casket with a radio
In which to bury my child
Alive
Yesterday the newspaper covered a rash of teen suicides
With the topical balm of candlelight memorials
To extinguished potential
Last Wednesday a quiet boy, but nice
Opened up classmates with two kitchen knives
Severing all ties
As of today the second grader’s been missed 42 days
Divers have stopped looking in the lake
Her guardian-abductor shot himself two weeks ago
Dead end
What curse does a mother call down
In bearing her child into
Such a world to be borne
Where suffocating satin death
Set to pop tunes
Is the dream
And the nightmare shudders to life
In the awakening
The bedroom ceiling a black canvas
For every tomorrow’s
Forsaken what if
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