Full June moon cannot contain constant unheard heart thirst pain.
Plastic keyboard’s background beat repeals babies’ hungry screams.
Eerie reminders echo, muting gut-tearing queries.
Ease eludes every effort. Disease disputes each comfort.
Cradles rock while split shale fumes poison wombs, multiply tombs.
Back off, demons! God listens, receives each tear, prayer and sigh.
Come Love Power, Three in One: be our Parent, Sibling, Son.