The boy dissolves
wrapped in wire,
natural colors fading –
to set the stage for new ones,
bright reds – sober blues.

His whole right side – slips,
a landslide of flesh,
falling out of place,
roughly hewn.

Broken, broken.

The boy dissolves,
replaced by insults.
Humbling offenses,
that drag the gaze down,
as if from a collar – a chain.

What can be found there
between locked eyes –
is only shame.
Mind, grab a shovel,

bury it, bury it.