A Chastised Child
And if that wasn’t enough,
he clings, as a
near oblique – some
pseudo-section of a dying art
or an art which uses dyes
or a game that casts die
– to the arm of a stuffed bear
as it hangs at his side, one eye
empty, the other loosed to one thread
and it depicts, sends
an alarming signal to the
world – for he is it and
it is he – strung up by
a limb and unable to see
a way out, while she,
giver of life, rants and
rants until his body can
feel not another ounce of fear.
Copyright © 2013 by Keith Kennedy