That you present yourself
full-blown in an innocent child,
That you peer out from his clear eyes
with your fogged gaze,
That you speak his tongue
using your twisted words,
That you turn up his internal volume
making silence intolerable
That you move his arms to your means
stealing his hugs of comfort,
That you shut him up in bare white rooms
removed.
That you turn on a dime
activating an avalanche of creative energy,
That you bring him into the stratosphere
delirious with unbound joy,
That you dance recklessly about his mind
jubilant in your own wicked power,
That you do this effortlessly
knowng the Big Crash awaits,
That you do this
to a child.
Copyright 2011 Kimberly Hillard
3/30/11
