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...the transcription of a dream.


A youngster, eight years old,
doesn't even have a name,
lives in the wild woods.
Cruel to animals, he kicks 
dogs and burns birds and insects.
Filthy with neglect he lives alone,
nobody can get near him.

His family are transients
with no reason for refinement,
violence in their nature and  
hatred in their eyes. They rape 
their sons and daughters and 
beat them senseless if they ever 
cry or answer back.

From this ugly, hateful mess 
he was kicked out just like a jackal 
     with an appetite 
for cruelty and destruction, consumed 
with fear and anger just dying to get out.
He was blamed for every beating,
broken windows, broken bones, 
so he never showed his face.
He didn't beat up on those kids, he 
just warned them to stay away. 

He had one passion, one glimmer 
of affection for a old pig name of Arnie.
Arnie made him feel a strange contentment, 
and his rage just disappeared. He could talk 
to the pig and the pig would listen.

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