Why my notebook has been empty

It is 
Tearstained 
From seeing 
Bloodstained 
Sheets and streets 
And flour sacks 

And empty pots 
And bloated bellies 
And gaunt faces 
And sunken ribcages 
And trembling unblinking children 
And split skulls 
And spilled guts 
And limbs gathered in carrier bags 

And corpse 
After corpse 
After corpse 
After corpse 
After corpse 
After corpse 
After— 

So many dead 
So, so many dead 
And so many 
Too many 
So 
So 
Tiny