I am sad

Yesterday I said
I was sad
And today I am
Especially so
I read of a girl

She was nineteen
And I see the
Beauty of my son
Sixteen almost
A man resting
In his bed

What was it she did
That our government
Withdrew
When the clock
Ticked over
On her birthday

Whether it was
Foster care or
Fentanyl or whatever
No one knew but
She was dead

In a tent
On waste ground
In winter
In the city
Thank Christ?