I find myself crying just to cry
the pain too strong to feel
I need the physical release that its
constant presence demands
Mom found a picture from ________
You were the New David then
calm, self possessed, a grown up.
I stare at your hands clasped together
marveling that you weren’t screwing around
The sickness of those that
tied those hands
the depravity of those that
beat you
I feel sick
the atrocity the horror
the incompetence
I’m
so
sorry
1995-0412