When lightning lights up the sky,
All the babes in the bone-yard cry;
They've seen their mothers still on earth
And wonder why they were given birth.
When lightning strikes the very trees,
It shakes and rattles the bones of these
Orphans of some eternal night,
Hid from loving arms- and light.
When lightning rushes to the ground,
And deep inside their graves, goes down,
It starts their wan hearts; one more beat-
But still can't wake them from their sleep.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orphans-of-some-eternal-night/
