Poetry

replacing Them

the girl she sits

and sees it all

though they don't notice

she sits there tall

eyes wide

ears open

catching their screams

catching the spoken

the woman who used to attack her with kisses

is only a distant shadow 

a mechanical doll

playing with her piano

that's where she hides her bags

filled with her white powdery stuff

the stuff she likes to smell

but which she just doesn't seem to have enough

and the man who used to play

used to hide behind the curtains

and then pop out and come chase her

has seemed to find a new purpose

it's those glass bottles there

the ones stacked up on the floor

that say Heineken and Corona

he always seems to want more

and then the men took her from them

and took her from her perch

said she would have a better life

and took her to this thing called a church

in the back it had a sign

it said Orphanage for the Abused

she couldn't really read it

but by the time she could have, she had already moved

and there the girl she sat

and saw it all 

though they didn't notice

she sat there tall

the other kids they played

but she just spaced

waiting in her new place

for them to be replaced