I fix bars across the windows
so Elizabeth Smart and Stephanie Covey
Jessica Lunsford and Christopher Barrios
Would fear the dark less
I showed the children who fetched water
water rushing out the bathroom taps
The look of wonder in their eyes meant
that not one child left the taps running
as they brushed their teeth that night
Sean Bell’s babies leave happily
when their mother returns from court
Most other children soothed with news
that their parents would come for them tomorrow
To Jon Benet and Nix Marie
i said nothing
like the orphans, they seemed
happy to play and prepare
different families once more
Clay who’d escaped with a safety pin
showed them magic safety tricks
Erica raced to bed quicker than everyone else
Amber read the younger kids three stories
the children who worked two jobs
were showing off their facts
of factories, bosses, money--
I let them be
I was afraid that the children who’d owned guns
And the children who’d been made to turn tricks
would disturb, distort the rest
But their eyes were so wise with the happiness
of being counted amongst the children
that i felt that this one night at least
things would be alright
My own boy always begging for sleepovers
actually smiles
as I turn out the light
As I pull the door close
I notice Warren Jeff’s lost boys
talking to Shawn who was found
Laci’s baby has fine hair—mine
feels it with her fingers, rolls towards him
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3 comments:
Now you have made me cry,
I can't even deal with what you've written.
See the F, btw. :)
i love this poem and i'm quite sure that the meme of being childful has never been treated quite like this before. wow.
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