bunch of text about sad things

TW for child abuse, suicide, and drowning
I've been watching Revelation on ABC. and Bruce Dawe died yesterday, and one of the first poems I remember reading and thinking I want to set to music was his Elegy for Drowned Children. I might soon. but words first
this is a messy poem and I mostly just made myself cry, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

my mind is melancholy filled with drowned kids

I don't know how to touch it

there's fear and rage all impotent and small

and sad soft thoughts lilting like branches

as gentle as I feel they should have felt

were it not, had it not, had they not

if you have any philosophy

that touches on the metaethical nature of 

morality relating to consequence

and if you tell me that destroying a child

whiteanting their soul with your obscene power

and the things you did with your obscene power

was, morally speaking, better somehow than the 

destruction of a city, beautiful and ancient, 

bursting with stories, full with its future

or that it was better to let this child suffer, suffer and die

than to let the towering religious edifice fall and crumble

that the good of the Power took precedence, that it somehow

at its hands could bear the collapse of just one it was charged to protect;

what Power is so sure that it could carry the corpse

of a desolated child

and cast it sack-like into the ocean

with the rest of them?