In every day humans are born
And then, after a life
They will die
Not every death is defeat
Some lives escape torment
Of loss or pain
Judgement or scorn
Having known joy
But so many die in youth
Or tortured into adulthood
How can hope thrive
In such a world
So randomly insulting
So powerfully menacing
So much can be wrong
When then we see another
Who into the fabric woven
Comes torn
Ripped from the womb
Spitting upon fear
Risking everything
And leaps into the tomb
Satisfied
And in winter snows settle
Across the stones marking
All of the lives
Now gone
