Small house
isolated, scabrous.
Chickens in the doorway,
half-naked children in the yard.
Never enough.
Gone before it gets there.
Echoes of laughter
mark the morning.
One child after another
darts inside to beg
a mother’s kiss.
Daddy swings his kids
round and round, throwing
them over his shoulder,
where they giggle with glee.
I guess they never read
the government pamphlet
that diagrams their
socio-economic space
at the bottom of society’s
pyramid.
Don’t need no pity here!
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Small house
isolated, scabrous.
Chickens in the doorway,
half-naked children in the yard.
Never enough.
Gone before it gets there.
Echoes of laughter
mark the morning.
One child after another
darts inside to beg
a mother’s kiss.
Daddy swings his kids
round and round, throwing
them over his shoulder,
where they giggle with glee.
I guess they never read
the government pamphlet
that diagrams their
socio-economic space
at the bottom of society’s
pyramid.
Don’t need no pity here!
Happiness is a commodity that flexes with circumstance.
