The sun shines on days where
children go missing and
innocent bystanders are shot and
bombs fall in the wrong place.
A woman who’s just miscarried will
pass happy new families on her way
out of a hospital where everyone
is alternately dying or being cured.
Babies are born in prison infirmaries
and Christmas has a high suicide rate.
Every smile carries past tragedy
hidden in its corners like the
sins a family would rather not discuss.
Outside my window birds sing
as I read the news and wonder
how much lower humanity can sink.