Imagination - From My Chapbook "from Childhood."

Don’t waste the magic children have. They cry out in consternation at each new sensation As though bludgeoned once again by feelings earned in another life. Wail! Oh, wail! The pliable face…. Joy Sorrow Anger Disgust served up so matter-o’-factly on dulled earthenware “Sample this my boy PAIN! You must learn! A swat for your protest! One mask will you wear! To hell with awakenings! Until It’s lost the magic Then Years later seeking fulfillment A man sits him down to think to leaden drill Turning hard into the iron wall of past