Toy People Poem by Cailey Martin

It amazes me that I still have the capacity
To experience awe; defying the years
That have washed down my throat,
Stinging like saltwater. To think
That this thinking could deter
The narrow people! They have
The slingshots, lobbing their pain
At those beaten and tossed.
Tell me the losing aren’t lost.
The guns are out and pointed in,
Deadly as life itself. We watch
History unfold, rustling; we turn away
From the families of the dead
But raid them with our eyes, hoping
For skeletons, while we keep ours
Safe in closets and call their wounds
Blisters, and them, toy people. No cost.
Tell me the losing aren’t lost.