he didnt see the window

by white horse

the doctors cried all night
because that baby died

the one they had been working on
for weeks
trying to teach it to breathe

and you would have felt heartbroken
to see those little fingers
wrap around the doctors pinky
take it to his mouth
like a micraphone

and the whole hopes of a building
can rest upon one person
like the church
and like this child

born to parents
faceless to it
born to parents
hardly

the world is a harsh place

but they learn to fly quickly
birds i mean

and just like the children
they get buried in shoe boxes