Child Mind

Child mind, kind,
reminder of the love
that brought you in
to a world of cruel kin
without memory,
and misguided thought
about "should we ought"
to follow the train
out of here?

The rain fell.

Happy birth became
a living death,
a corpse in paper mache,
your world,
your heaven and hell.

When the bell tolls
you will know
it tolls for three.