Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Be Free

Be free
imprisoned one,
last remains
of a fallen tree
fractured by an
August storm,
sapped and devoured,
hollowed from decay,
destitute of life’s
precious humors.
Debris encrusts your
body like a death shroud,
yet the poet knows your
spirit,
the artist your beauty.
Be free.

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