They would have given a lot those paste-skinned kids with straw for hair and knobby knees Not that frail— it seems
Beneath grayish strings through black rims one cracked lens screams— Gets nothing! Changes nothing! Ritual words fall— a rusted refrigerator shoved over a railing from the second floor
Barking dogs tied to the radiator of misery fed on rough-house excuses for kindness
Why do people keep children?
Larger than average eyes huge foreheads of genetic wrong ******* childhood downstairs while mother is sleeping I can get used to the smell of cats Human ***** is not so— different? and if I didn’t change my clothes for a week
What do children know?
Jenny cuddles a starving kitten then releases it to where they disappear... one generation after another Famished eyes devour anything offered words...food...***...God
Screams from the mats of string and gray Scald the frantic instant badly I watch her bolt beyond explanation Night gives no reason to let her live....
My faith went the way the kittens go Hope and a small girl blend beyond blackness