A mime is supersensitive
He hears things others miss
He observes subtle nuances
I watched this one
He seemed to be on our wavelength
He communicated with us better than speakers often do
I watched him turn his face slightly
Whatever he seemed to be hearing was apparently a clue
We were happy to meet him and thanked him.
He had a genuine smile.
I felt his heart was true.
He has not been feeling well his mother said, excusing four-year-old Chad.
He has asthma, she said at five,
he did not mean to shove the child off the slide.
He has headaches she said when he turned six,
and another child is sent to the hospital.
He is having a hard time, he is dyslexic,
she said at seven, trying to get him on a field trip.
The other children were terrified of him; he bragged about torturing animals.
He has a hard life she told the policemen who picked him up for a home invasion at eleven.
He went to juvenile hall but was returned by a judge who dated his mama.
He ran away at fourteen, sixteen, and seventeen; but he was brought back.
He broke a child’s arm, knee, and nose during his absences.
He is supersensitive, his mama explained. That other child started it.
According to her the other children always start it.
Today Chad is in federal prison.
Convicted of murdering three women.
Suspected in the disappearance of three others.
His mother tries to date the right people, so she can get him out.
She has not found the right man, so she is still making excuses for Chad.
Jet,
yeas, it is mean clearly full ahead,
helicopter,
well, another oddly iron Robocopter.
But look for dragonfly
for his camouflaged flying
when he chased the flies and mosquitoes
and others supersensitive and artful pilots.
He is moved absolutely disorderedly
and unexplainable,
full ahead and full back
and topsy-torvy,
with instant accelerating
and the same deceleration,
from great speed
to complete stoppage on air
(as a crawling tiger on grasses
when a gout turn to backward) ,
creating fantastic maneuvers and tricks in 3D
of the blissful summers performance
on the edge of lake, hear me,
it’s the figures of greatest pilotages
said practiced aviators
from MIGs, Hornets and Phantoms
and other airs strikers and predators.
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