Crying baby
has yet to learn
the lost language
of abandonment
which must be taught to
more than two-thousand
changeling children
in perverse dollhouse
TV replicas of unloving
American schoolrooms.
The impossible pressing of flesh
that distance provides
may well be revelatory
but God bless those
who are spared such unwanted visions
of cursed solitude.
God bless those
who are forced by their innocence
to endure such disturbances;
such nightmarish realities
that they may forever struggle
to reclaim what has been
or soon will be
forever stolen
from them.
May they survive, prosper,
find comfort of some kind
in their shared experience,
those tear stained imperatives.
Written by Jason Wright
July 2, 2018