Wednesday, June 8, 2011

POEM: "Fears We Have For Children"

Fears We Have For Children

                                                  The old man said, Johnny
                                                  It's time for us to leave
                                                                    Lou Reed

You'll keep plastic bags away
From the cracks and absent soft
They miss the sounds in the womb

The wild electricity they sense
Drawers of pills, sharp knives
Child's play, what's in store

Years later the stumbling blocks
Most voices singing gloriously
Of that one track made perfect

Keeping errant cars from them
Roads they don't know the way to
Bad directions that change the mind

Danger in a sky above, the earth
Behind, the eyes left and eyes right
Below, keep all bloody things away.

© 2011 Rob Schackne

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