maelynslavik

I just need a paper and some pencils. 
Maybe some pillows. 
And a cozy light. 

We lie in bed  with our arms around ourselves, 

cradling the mangled bodies of children

 who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that, still shining, they fell 

there is a crack in the eye of man

like glass, the light in the fracture

is split like the millions who came before it

never to reform

Will we ever stop

Forming gaps for young children to fall through,

Teetering on the edge–          –swinging their legs.