Lord: what in them loves, I, here, call a soul;
for this poem it is not debatable.
I pray now that in Your forever care
they celebrate their new forever home;
without fear of abuse, pain, or despair.
And those who were wholly responsibile
will face . . . more than a reprimand . . . in full;
those whose humanity is negligible.
as thin as fog, or flatulence, or foam.
Starward