Warning

The buzz of flies, a baby cries out of a shallow grave

Bloody cloths, a maggot grows out a nose, a life too late to save

Body bruised, now abused stray dogs dig up its bones

A broken head, an infant dead, no one listened to its moans

Shake and shake, in an oven bake, boiling water bubbled skin

Without a sink from a toilet did drink, paying for an innocent sin

A splintered arm set off the alarm but nobody answered the call

Once a baby's dream, a silenced scream where worms now crawl

Author's Note

The story of an imprisoned perpetrator

Reviews

[nj coleman]

Wow. Dark. And very sad. But your point is clear and effective. The way poetry should be. A gut-punch!

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your read of this piece it is appreciated. A wakeup call to those that sleep too soudly