Spilt red milk.

I can already
Hear
My unborn
Children
Crying
And as they grow older
Their
Crying
Becomes
Louder
And
Deeper
Drawing their bedroom curtains
No dog
To talk to
Year
After
Year
And
Their
Crying
Echoes
And
You
Hear a
Choir of cries

Babies
Children
Men
Elderly
Crying
Over
Our
Spilt
Red
Milk.