Elegy to a Child

I lament the silenced
laughter drowned
by the gutter
greedily
drinking the
blood creeping,
tracing crimson stripes
across the cold, mute
pavement.

There was no witness
but my own
shadow whose
legs stretched maybe
12 feet long in front of me.

I turned my back
on the twisted form that lay crumpled
at my feet. The boy’s back
was cut open but there was
nothing inside
no bones,
flesh,
veins,
hope,
blood,
love or aspirations.

Nothing but skin
and form
that reminded me
that it used
to be human

it used
to be me.

i watched the blood
drain languidly
from my
naked flesh
and swat the flies
feeding on my sins.

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