Filmy milk-carton images,
Mug shots for the missing,
Passport photos of pain;
No longer milk-fed good looks
Decaying in a ditch or dumpster
Or a National park.
You form search parties
Like some awkward block dance
Door to door, street after street,
Dusty, empty Dead Ends.
You hold vigils and release balloons
Like colorful smarties, red, yellow, blue
That rise until they disappear, too.
What do you call a group of missing kids?
A clump or a cloister? A well or a wall?
Maybe a murder of missing kids?
Black crows do a fly-by salute.
Millions worldwide yearly,
So where is the outrage?
Pink tongue sassy sticking out
Just a shush and a hush
Like a child in the library, in class, church.
Big media slays the story,
Big Tech shuts it down.
She’ll turn up.
He’ll finally show up.
Just white trash that finally blows away.
White crackers, tiny hosts, broken
And ground up and blown away
On the wind, like the Holy Ghost.
