An Excerpt From Cops Eyes

CORONER'S CALL

Cradling the
Still warm, newly lifeless,
Suffocated innocent
Of a drunken-slumbering parent,
You notice how
There's a preternatural horror
About a dead child.

Your gut shrieks;
This shouldn't be--
He's surely only
A sleeping angel--
As you place him with tremendous
Delicacy
Under
Opaque plastic wrap;
His mother's audible screams
Matching your silent ones.


PARTNERS (HAIKU)

Extensions of each other
Eight on a good day
Eternity on a bad.

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