I hate those roadway crosses
And those white safety circles
each one a memorial
a whisper
Of a life gone in an instant
Keening mothers, grieving sisters
Tea steeped in tears.
Of empty rooms and aborted futures.
I hate those teddy bears
For tomorrow's angels, recruited,
From yesterday's sinners.
Each name, each marker
Makes me want to find the lonely,
The abandoned, the cheated
To say I know. I really do.
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