Isaac On The Altar – A Poem

by solaris2001

There are no words
There are no warnings
There are no walls tall enough or thick enough
There are no laws or rights that matter to those lost
Or those left
Not now, not for them
There are no ways to undo what has been done
No way to erase it from the chalkboard
There are only empty desks
Empty beds
Unfinished drawings in crayon and marker
Presents under trees that will never be opened
And hollowed parents
Who will carry their hopes and dreams
In small wooden boxes
To hallowed, earthen cradles
And bury the past and the future.