---You Knew

…you knew No one should know the things I know, nor bear the scars of such knowledge, nor should they be forced by circumstance to discard all of memory’s treasures. The Llama will spit when the burden’s too great but the child, he will bury it deep carry it with him wherever he goes condition himself not to weep. The Lion will roar when wounded and weak lash out at the wind and the rain the child will yell from his spot deep in hell and be told he must learn to forgive. The rats will sneak in – the rats will sneak out and feast on the lies they deny the child in plain sight will cry through the night and be ushered away at sunrise. There are cracks in the walls as the empire falls yet the liars still raise a gold chalice hide in the cloud of incense they spread to obscure their despicable malice. So if a child yells, tells you of cold hells of memories tortured and chained look into his eyes and search for his soul and weep, for he knows that you knew. ©2/14/2018