Bones,
Like those of a delicately carved bird.
Splayed out on the sidewalk;
Basking in the Sun.
Charred edges, yellow shirt.
Waving in the wind behind the
little girl
Riding her bike to the park.
Her silhouette-
Ripped away by the man
Hiding in the shadows.
No one saw;
We can only guess the look on her face
If she was scared.
Have you seen me?
Scream the posters
Hung on telephone poles
Into the empty air.
Have you seen me?
Emerald eyes bore into passersby.
Have you seen me?
Birds peck at the staples holding up the glossy photos titled missing girl.
Have you seen me?
Call this number
Please
Have you seen this girl?
No
It arises from the chorus of Silence
Met with the disappearance of the girl.
No
Scream the people who look away when Confronted with her picture.
No
Glares the empty desk in her classroom every day at school.
No
Have you seen her?
No
She used to play the games in the Sunday morning paper;
Find the missing object
A cartoon man shouts from the page
Have you seen me?
She points to his hat.
Have we seen her?
Leaves fall in autumn.
Have you seen me?
The posters fall one by one-
Losing their adhesion
To the hope that someone will see
The girl on the cherry red bike.
We hope her blood isn't staining it now.
Have you seen me?
The smile printed on glossy photo paper is losing its shine.
Have you seen me?
The six o'clock news special
Has stopped covering the little girl.
Have you seen me?
Hands are clasped tightly
Within each other.
They have not seen her.
They cannot see her bones,
Like those of a delicately carved bird Splayed out on the sidewalk.
twinkling like the eyes
Of the girl
Who never came home.
I know that I will not see her.
But saved on the television
Is the 6 o'clock special asking
Have you seen me?
I don't watch the news anymore
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
