Tea

Baby died today.

She ran

Faster than God

A kettle by the teacups,

Black and ugly

Usurped.

Wind wasn't fast enough

Slowing down was thrown away

Rolling, black kettle, down the hills

Into the sea.

Wings were made for porcelain

Lacy bits that never helped at all

Salt was left before the rain

They killed the blind girl first.

"We started dying before the snow

And like the snow, continued to fall."