The Facts

little girl
a go, go, going
gone
from eyes
and Mommy's control
away - away
she runs into the night
and into herself

she's fleeing from her owners
and fearing - afraid
of the dream
a new day
another disappointment morning
sunlight sorrow
moonlight slavery
and all that follows

small gigantic pain
escape - entrapment
she runs into different arms
killing capability
and soul submitting
she's gone - away
and from herself
into that dark night

The T.S. Eliot One

In my beginning is my end.
Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralyzing force, gesture without motion.
Keeping time
Keeping the rythmn in their dancing
The time of milking and the time of harvest
Time the destroyer is time the perserver.
The houses are all gone under the sea
The dancers are all gone under the hill.
This is the way T.S. Eliot ended
This is the way t.s. eliot ended
Not with a bang, but a whimper

#1

I look down at these child hands
Examining their roughness
Unkept nails - dirty and ragged
Hide the capability they posses
The deftness of motion
I remember digging in the flower beds
And the first touch of a boy's hand
Holding a pencil - writing
Until the cramps became too unbearable.