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The Kid

A child is crying
somewhere
Behind a door
Domestic war.
The noise is nailing
Through my walls
Down the hall
I’m hearing more.
Just a baby
Screaming, “save me”
In a language
We forgot.
I can hear him
There abandoned
in the cradle
never rocked.
Daddy drinking
Or he’s leaving
Mother cries
And buys a rock.
Child spirals
Downward dreaming
Given life
Already lost.

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