In The Almsyard

She never leaves the almshouse--she's too old.
Out in the almsyard, tots with hair of gold romp
and frolic, twitter twitter, gaily clad
yet all their carefree laughter makes her sad.
Those babes would play elsewhere
did they but know about the tiny girl who lies below--
buried alive years ago by unknown knave--
seduced with toys and candy to her grave.