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Murder in a Train Tunnel

The roaring, rattling blackness
snatched the baby
from his arms.
Forgive us, please.
We meant no harm.

Forgive us, please.
You were a child.
You could not share
our shame,
our suffering.

Forgive us, please.
Remember those
who wanted to remain with you,
who wavered
and must travel on.