BREAKING NEWS

DO NOT UNDERSTAND

At daybreak bodies

lie already flat

in some dark carton

no longer strewn no

longer pressed—stumped a-

gainst a class-wall          A

forest of babes razed

mere miles from all their

good neighbors          Yester-

day the milkman woke

early          He wore his

usual white cap

his usual un-

iform          Do we fear

the hope of deceit

no more?          Who can fore-

see?          Is there a terr-

or of evidence

we cannot ignore?