the damaged child clutches his damaged language
and communicates through another world
he’s off his teachers mutter between bouts of discipline—
he understands with different/no values this child of a missing home
in a silence of voices he sits—prays for empathy and understanding
while setting fire to each and every bridge snaking out towards him
and pointing his finger at obstructions—bang/bang/bang!
the walls all rise higher and the moon refuses to set
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