Toddler in a tumble dryer
He crawls into that dark cave,
in search of comfort,
in search of warmth and safety,
not knowing how much it will hurt.
He wakes under fluorescent lighting,
his parents praying for his wounds to mend.
But for all his struggling, for all his fighting,
he tumbles quickly to his end.
I stare at his now empty bed,
and wonder who will replace him,
I wonder what hurt they will bring,
and how long till they too are dead?