Shattered Bone Poem by Sarah Sisson

A hand exists on shattered bone
due to a nasty violent home

where keepeth not the trust for dad,
of mom, the brother had gone mad

and back behind the cellar door
a hammer in the hand for fore

deliberate unpleasing pain
that came to one so young again

the bludgeon now was for his head
but one he escapes from the dead

the small, the big, the tattered soul
will have these scars until he's old

and please we pray that this young boy
won't pass this shattered bone; the ploy

of his big brother powered so
could make the younger wield the blow