A CHILD DIED
A child died and a tiny coffin was made
a hole was gently dug and it was kindly laid
in it and earth was mostly put upon it, though instead
some used flowers, to put them by his head.
I am not a child and did not know him but was there.
He is better than I and safer and O I care
to follow him into his tiny haven for good
as I have found the world wicked after any childhood.
A child will love not merely for the skin or face
and so my face would look kindly to the place
a child went goodly with good grace.
St-Lambert, circa 1983.