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Looking up

Eric Bonholtzer

A child, wide eyed, stares at the picture
It immolates quickly as he pierces the night’s sky
Wondering, wondering where, where did you go?

Have you forgotten about me?
Not all of them. Me.
I am not selfish. I wonder.

The alley stretches and clothing hangs,
Limp like heads, bowed in supplication or prayer
or questioning of the whole world.

I wasn’t bad. I wasn’t good
But I wasn’t bad. That should
count for something.

He is only ten. It is not a game
But life, one of questions and a missing manual
That could have told the directions
If anyone would have taken the time to read it anyway.

There are good books people don’t read
They just don’t have the time.

The star shines brighter as the fire burns stronger within,
Carbon smoke twirls upward, twin dragons twine and swallow their own tails
Nostrils flare at the sweet stench, eyes heavenward
Looking, searching. Perhaps the farthest star is it.

Is that where you’ve gone?
That is where you’ve gone.

A cry from the upstairs window breaks the picture
As night’s sweet dessert is done and it’s time to go home
To consume. To fill up with sugary sustenance
And still feel illiterate and empty.



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