There was quiet. <br />There was stillness. <br />Light unveiled the <br />Waste of sea and <br />The Angels sang for joy. <br /> <br />Here is quiet. <br />Here is stillness. <br />The warm placenta <br />Gives false guarantees. <br /> <br />Bursts a new light <br />On a poor baby screaming. <br /> <br />Torn flesh lovingly made— <br />Lovingly made. <br /> <br />Quiet. <br /> <br />The false balloon <br />Is red and empty. <br />Hands and limbs— <br />Yet warm—lie dead. <br />Buried in a garbage bag. <br /> <br />An Einstein, <br />A Luther, <br />A child— <br />So twisted and broken. <br /> <br />The Angels in Heaven are silent.<br /><br />Ashley Akari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desecration/
