The Boy Stares At You
THE BOY STARES AT YOU
He is raggedly scrunched up
Against a wall of sweating bricks,
Staring at you with as much pride
As life has thrown at him.
You see he has no desire to make
Conversation with a stranger
To his stale, rank impoverishment
But he smiles anyway with false bravado.
His eyes question your unwanted presence,
Loitering for a possible answer
Which may be forthcoming
And include conditional expectations.
He won't break his kingdom of silence,
Where he reigns supreme
Among poverty's sprawling plague.
He waits for you to speak but knows
You have nothing to say he'll understand
Nor care about. Besides your speech is
Foreign to him, so you can stutter on
Without the slightest effect.
The vultures circle above, letting out
Their dolorous cries in search of the dead.
He and you live but do not engage
Because you cannot relate;
You do not exist to each other.
Among the scattered stones of the houses,
You have found a hidden graveyard
Of dreams where there is no afterlife.
Copyright © Bill Drayton | Year Posted 2022
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