Children Of Loss
(The Missing) subtle creatures, without face sparked with life, from spirit fed assemblaged to live to set foot, another world filaments of hope, destroyed by necessity or fate unfinished form function loss or tech trashed no slide, to light no entry, to mortality no shock, to breath no life, to live, as to live no feeling, the grass under the toes no warming, the sun on the skin no loving, the spirit of a third no channelling, the energy for their world