Treasure Island

Glen Martin Fitch


'A man was crying. He said they make buttons and soap out of us.'
'Life is Beautiful'

A film, a fable:
Guido tells his son
the Nazi's camp's a game
with points to gain.
I know through humor
one can deal with pain.
But all is falsehood
once this lie's begun.
Reality can leave
a fatal bruise.
It seems so cruel.
Deceit instead most use.
But lying to a child's
a coward's crime.
Fit to their age
kids need to know
what's true
He might have said
'The sea becomes the snow.
Hot lava turns to rock
that's worn to sand.
From pear to poop to root...
I understand it's scary
and you're miserable,
but know that I
will always fight
to be near you.
We too become
all other things in time.'

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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