Tom Foster

Where Be The Angels

On a cold steel table
Deep in the
Antiseptic gray green brick basement of
Some government building
Lies the body of an infant
No longer pink faced and innocent

Who lived a brief but tumultuous life
Over before it really began
Just think about that for a minute

There are no answers

I cried
For this one tiny infant I never knew
Maybe for all the babies who are
Left in the hands of the inept
The stupid
The insane
And I have to ask
Just this one last time

Where be the Angels
Promised us

Poem Submitted: Friday, November 5, 2004

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  • David Gerardino (1/8/2005 1:34:00 PM)

    its a sad world we live in, put the news on and their you go, -
    any way, great poem..........

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  • knot Available (11/6/2004 11:56:00 PM)

    This touched me...thank you for writing this. :)

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