You passed

On a pine bed 

Upon soft linen  

A view of the sea 

In its radiant light

Your child gently placing a hand

Inside yours 

As the Earth dipped to meet the sun

Peace; a clean end, a well fought fight  

–

She died

On a rusted iron trolley,

cracking leather

Eyes on peeling paint

 a dimly lit corridor

Her child motionless 

Inside her 

As the Earth slipped into silence  

Convulsing; a violent death, a life not begun.

Feet glazed with piss
Stuck in place with viscous sweat
Weighing down her face