28 Jul 2011


How you wished them;
        the love you never had
                the man you never had
                      the son you never had.

You were always dropped,
and on the floor, you learned
how to hear sunlight
drink darkness
measure the sound of loneliness
dripping from night’s loosened tap
Under his rhythmic breath
your mother’s voice
telling you what you are

You said you’d like to be found
then wondered why she resembled you
the naked 8 year old
dragged out of her shallow grave by wild dogs
her elegant fingers gnawed
her ears lacerated
raped and stabbed
foxes nibbling on her genitals
after the dogs had feasted.

The papers declaring the search
for the missing girl finally over.