The Crying Dream
Cartons of babies,
cartons lined up on
the warehouse floor.
Babies all crying,
with twisted faces.
What to do.
Each desperate one says
hold me! That is only
the beginning. After that
they will want to be loved.
Are you the one bringing this dream
to me? You’re pretty busy for one
who is dead. I know, I know,
the babies are crying.