BABYLAND
my 2nd job
age 17
was working as a groundskeeper
at the local cemetery
and babyland
was a place to break your heart
i still recall
the time
i sat with my back
against the maintenance shed
eating
my lunch
and a car pulled up to babyland
and I watched my neighbor put fresh flowers
on her child's grave
and then drive away
and I thought:
babyland is a place that
shouldn't exist
Published on
October 01, 2016 07:35
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poem