Mother admits killing her two babies at their family home
The Sun, 31 October 2012
Slung about her weathered neck
knotted in the flesh of nape,
a dead weight she declines to settle,
two clotted sacks, one on each breast
searing afresh the prison bars
of her chest. Come to her aid,
she draws the clattering bone-filled sacks
to her weeping bosom and protests
some burdens can’t be set down
once borne without giving up
being human, others weigh more
the slighter they grow to a grieving woman.
(c) 2012 Slush Poet
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