Taken Out Poem by Francis Santaquilani

Even the rocks of our faith

Grow weak in their knees

When they recall how she was taken out

In front of her twin.

Like using a bulldozer to transplant a flower.

She was bound for heaven everyone agreed.

She'd willingly go.

So why the screechy and gory show?

On a sunny sunday.

On a birthday sunday.

There were balloons and

The pursuit of more balloons,

And giggles,

Then death.

One passed on. The other died

And goes on.