Child Abuse

Child Abuse

Dried cake blended

with yesterday’s blood

Just a child’s eyes brown

like buttons

staring up at me.

Tell me your story

the big hairy arm

shredding your dreams

beating your hopes

into a dark dusty hall.

Tell me of dirty needles

on kitchen tables

cocaine mama.

Rubber band daddy

make your children

in your image

bending twigs

bending trees

acorns rotted

trees won’t grow.

In Brooklyn



or city of angels.

All muted voices

mouths of babes

closed in caskets

jailhouse daddy

rubber room mommy

pallbearers cry.

Time will forget


tricycles broken

baby dolls

scattered in needles

yesterday’s news

today’s new baby

button eyes

cake on mouth

broken jawed child.


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