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.