Day 372

Who will find the body of this child?
His family is carrying it in plastic bags
to where they will bury him.  His laughter
in one bag, his fear in another.  The sweetness
of his voice in the bag his sister holds,
the wind that blew through his hair
as he ran — his brother holds the bag
with that.  Not long ago he lay
in his crib making sounds that began
to weave themselves into sentences,
stories.  Who will piece him together
now, so he can sleep in the earth,
a whole boy?