Thursday, 23 September 2010

The Cage

Oh for all the rings hooked into your heart, the key hangs on none of them

Pain and fray, will it wither back into a dream? Frail as the baby’s stunted heartbeat

Cry, cry my babe and fold your hands into my lap, bow your head and cry

Freedom is a bitter word, folding my eyelids upon flaccid milk fat skin

Anything to be trapped and happy, make it okay to cry because one more boy was scooped up in a tissue and thrown in the bin, please.

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