Forty Four Stones

floating in frozen injustice
asleep in huddled masses
still faces on a still sea
souls without claim
buried in the city of sorrow
in death they have no name
a child dead for ninety years
is still a child
forever innocent…smiling
in memories of the old

forty-four stones in Halifax
gather snow and fewer tears
in frozen ground
as frozen as the sea
that brought them there