The Children of Tuam, by Rachael Clyne

I am not a silent poet

Piteous is a potent word
for unwanted, unfed,
too weak to cry.

In a shit-pit of shame,
lie eight-hundred stains
on Bon Secour piety.

No smiley peekaboos
no gagagagas
stains don’t giggle

In the bowels of Christ
tiny bones mingle
whisper like flutes

until plump children
uncover their truth.

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