THE SICK BOY AT THE TABLE
Who - will do anything
for the sick boy
tied to the dinner table?
Last night - he picked
up the chair - tossed
it at a window, crammed
his head close to glass -
squinted and then, laughed.
Who - will talk to the
sick boy tied to
the breakfast table?
Yesterday, he pulled a
knife from a kitchen
drawer - sliced the
curtains into shreds -
struck a match to light
rags. . .
Who - will untie a sick boy
at the lunch table?
His wrists bleed, his hands
are useless, fingers white,
and his feet - blue.
Who - will cover up the
sick boy in white sheets
When he is let loose
on city streets?
Nancy Duci Denofio
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DID YOU EVER WONDER WHAT BROUGHT YOU HERE?
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