Box For The Unwanted Poem by Corey Baker

'Anonymously throwing out a child is unacceptable'
Newslines of another world flood in the window
I wish I could hear them, I wish I could could care

'I came with Daddy' was his virgin plea
But Daddy's vomit clears your sight
'Stork's Cradle' sways from the tree

The train took him to a home made of heat
The lights, father told them to be quiet
and a nurse with a little plastic child

Abondoned and weak, the little boy cries
His name isn't noble, his face isn't round
His tears aren't cosmetic, his pain is real.