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Free Cee 74682 In Blue

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!~

Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2012

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