a basketball sits still
and alone
in a vacant playground
filled with only
the stare of the moon.
a small bicycle
lies on its side
just outside the gate.
a family shakes and cries
next to a telephone
silent and avoiding the facts.
a man is fat
off of the contents
of the child
who he sweats out
dazed and in a
fog of zen.
the moon
continues its search
for nine months.
and that same child is found
in a new body
with a new happy family.
twenty-six years later
the child is a man
with a child of his own.
that child is stolen
from a playground
vacant except for
the stare of the moon.
the man searches and finds
his child
in the back bedroom
of an aging fat man.
the moon smiles
and rests its eyes
and dreams of
this beautiful revenge.