Messenger Birds

She sat thinking under a black sky

With a white child, a white child on her knee,

Leaning to the dim, grim grey sea

Into a silent sleep.



He lay wondering under the same coal sky

What the white child and she had gone to see.

It was the clouded and cold night, bright sea,

A woman kneel where her child used to be.



While the wind will bring them secret tears

Wash away their smiles in a rain across the sand.

Seagulls take to a land where they'll not hear of his cries

Nor see the fallen tears of the white child's eyes.