suffer the little children

Some children must carve out a life under silence

undercover, in closets, between the pages of books,

and folded notes. Some children with no freedom

to breathe their own thoughts must chisel out

a soul from rock hard alabaster parents, cold

and unforgiving in their expectations.

Some children grow up and move away

or move inside or choose a blade or load a gun

or swallow pills or murder other children

with no remorse. Then we cry and wonder

and curse them in our sleep.