Casualty Cradling the broken body of her child her face silvered by salty rivulets falling as pearls onto the young silken skin sinking into the neatly crocheted fawn blanket And all the years and moments of care, the feeding and the needing and the worry, the funny times, the sunny times now glare through empty eyes that will not have to hurry homeward for the comfort of a bedtime or wonder at the brightness of the moon. Now all nights are pained with this crime and all days eclipsed by the heavy gloom