Please give me a hand
I
was your eyes.
I
drew pictures through your glass,
I
saw horror and kindness without guilt,
Then
there was a crack.
Blankness
soaked in,
I
became dotty for growth,
I
couldn’t ask you to lend,
So
I saw through my ears.
Children,
young and old,
Violated
with alacrity,
My
feet are heavy with immobility.
My
senses froze in the desert.
My
blind hands can no longer behold,
I
cannot purge the chains of reasons,
In
the volumes that are written,
In
the fences that are sketched,
In
the deaths that are planned and sung,
Children
are fighting with kids.
In
pursuit of the borderless whole,
Please
give me a hand.
09
January 2015
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