I was cuffed
Ankle and wrist
When it was read to me
A warrant citing injury
Domestic Violence
First degree
Another drunken felony
This time
Something different
Something worse
The unthinkable
Hard knuckles to a soft face
Followed by a mother's yelp
Children
Call for help
I don't want you injured or dead
Or hiding under the bed
Monsters are real
Out you go
Up up up
Over the window sill
Into the night
Run babies run
Look for blue light
But
Beyond what was read
Or whatever's been said
I've no recollection
Or memory
Save one:
YOU staring up at me
With the watery eyes of a frightened Christ
Spilling over with love and condemnation
What can I say?
What am I to pray?
Head bowed low with nowhere to go
Only this:
May God damn rid me of every demon and ghost
And may He heal you, precious lamb, to the uttermost
_______________
Andrew Dabar
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