For Another Budding Child Flower

for another budding child flower alone in the dark uterus of my bedroom I lie curled up in thoughts and emotions of the day: another budding flower plucked from the garden street leaving its red sap as a jaded memento to stained innocence and hoodwinked justice another aborted life spiraled away as echoes of fading outcries floated wearily on reefs of passing time covering awareness of another heinous crime whose guilt will soon vanish from human notice with my cervical poised head resting on tear soaked pillow I pray god that not another child flower be not plucked away tomorrow