Body reduced almost to a skeleton,
just enough left that it doesn't fall
apart and can be put on a stretcher
in one piece; but unlike the rest
of the corpse, the head has
blackened flesh still intact.
They say it's a child, the size
of the remains makes it quite
possibly an educated guess, or
perhaps someone recognized in
that blackened face their missing
child, grandchild, or a sibling
and the death of the hope
they still clung to.
01.04.2024
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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