I can't think what was worse,
the deafening silence,
hesitant eyes. Disbelief.
The whole room paused -
watched it's own history.
Religion turns over
slipping from one extreme straight
into the praying hands of another.
Or the fact that whilst she uttered a prayer
she was crying, her tears blurring
the ink on the photograph of her child
accepting she'd not see him again.