Stitched into my brain <br /> Is the sordid patchwork <br /> Of sights seen, outlined in sackcloth; <br /> Homeless children dousing their legs <br /> In muddy rain-pools of Calcutta; <br /> Dull eyes--in famished faces <br /> Pear from dowdy junks on the Mekong <br /> Bloated bellies slow-pace Recipe; <br /> Small feet falter; eyes close with finality. <br /> Pasty-skinned tots in tatters <br /> Scramble for pennies on Mexican flagstones. <br /> Italian boys bolt around street corners, <br /> Snatched break in tiny fists. <br /> A child's cry fades into unresponsive space. <br /> Tears flow over ridges of cheekbones, <br /> Fall as dew in the night.<br /><br />Florence Wiener<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/montage-of-the-innocents/
