News hour

We have a news hour for dead kids, a kind of humbug in our joint ears, a television drama in living rooms. All our fires arise from bottoms of bellies ,a collective guilt in a joint stomach.

News is of fires and degree burns ,an hour reserved for child corpses. Kids die as they are born of whom.Their bones are our sugar in news and flesh is burnt to its nth degree.

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