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He begs to know "what is that smoke, it smells like burning human skin? and then he begins to choke and was there to witness the madness begin i can see him a tattered tot in tattered cotton slacks a child wounded, worried, weary and hurt wearing a withered old white undershirt soiled with the spoils of a sacrilege a child who doesn't understand too much yet is there to watch speciousness, sorrow and such things he would rather not comprehend such as atrocities no man alive can defend and then his stare finds the ink upon his forearm a boy who, tragically, came upon harm a wrist with numbers in blue which belied a bastard's betrayal inked numbers needled into his flesh in a place where madness, murder and mahem came to mesh a tattoo for a tatttered child meant to separate to humiliate and to berate with an unsanctified sign of hate for hate he did he hated the men who threw him slop the same men who sodomized him with a mop and made a child hop to it whilst they doled out water at if it were liquid diamonds sparingly uncaringly daringly daring the boy unto death but what, he wonders, happened to Ms. Sadie, a very sweet Jewish lady the one who used to teach him in Hebrew school suddenly the shool had a different rule and a different principal and or principle one whose final solution was a sinful abomination and a pock upon the flesh he ordered to be inked with numbers like the little boy with a tattoo clad in tatters and as for me nothing but his hardship matters i can see him all too clearly looking so youthful and wise i envision him missing the ones who loved him dearly and his ending to no one came as a surprise when a tattered young youth with tattoos finally dies (c) 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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