Poem for the dead baby found at Weichselplatz

Found wrapped up in the sandpit
a hand stretched out
to it, then gone.
Who’s to say
it’s wrong, what she did,
who’s to say
what route she took
bringing you there; the plastic bag
from her own mum
with no idea.

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