Day 311

We could not bury our child
because her body was scattered
everywhere, her arms and legs
falling with other arms and legs.
They asked us how much she weighed.
Ten kilos, we said.  She was young, small.
A woman came and handed us
a bag,  This bag weighs 
what your daughter weighed, 
she told us.  I’m so sorry,
she told us, it’s the best
we can do.  We have a bag
to bury instead of our daughter.
A bag that weighs what she weighed.  
We will not open it. We will not find
her laugh, her breathing in sleep,
the look on her face
when her sister played with her…