Child's
Play
You
were
at
the
dinner
party
And
your
eyes
cast
shadows
Upon
the
walls
I
could
see
the
smoky
shapes
Of
children
at
play
In
the
twilight
of
your
mascara
In
your
eyes
I
saw
the
bedstead
And
the
cradle
The
baby
swathed
in
blankets
I
saw
you
in
the
white
room
And
the
doctors
fell
in
love
Even
the
nurses
You
carried
your
grief
blindly
Causing
wreckage
I
could
see
the
bitter
futility
In
your
eyes
But
you
sat
at
the
dinner
table
A
martyr
to
your
dead
infant
All
that
sadness
It
was
in
your
eyes
my
dear
And
my
heart
broke
for
you
By
Kai
Neidhardt
17