It was everywhere.
The liquid life,
The screams,
The crying.
A single child,
Among the gore.
The hiccups
The tears.
A silver blade,
Clutched in hand.
Broken heart.
The sobs.
A young woman,
On the sidelines,
The souless eyes,
A newborn.
No one noticed
A child among the gore
A daughter among the dead
A tear.
The only thing
They noticed were
The salty tears of
Lonley spirits past.
Regan Meade
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-in-carnage/
