Dismembering Innocence
Author/illustrator of Whispers of the Goddess & The Quit Smoking Express. Graduate of the Long Ridge Writing Group & Institute for Writers
Desensitized and compromised, to a fault
Pain and suffering fade out and fade in
Back in spirals of barbed wire and spindles of glass
Spires sky high hanging corrosive thoughts that melt
Turn metal to rust
Tiny dancing demons ring around the rosy up here
And down there where they can no longer see
Where are they living now
Do they have enough to eat?
Can they breathe with me
Without me
Within me
…
A story, tiny clip of news
Portrays a party of three
Who killed the littlest one
In the hot water
In the cold water
In the slap of hands that held him
When he was first born
Didn’t they want to love him
Didn’t they want to love themselves
In the balled fist in the back of his head
Only about 1,500 days old
What demons were in there with them
When they decided to beat him to death
Not just his body
But his innocent terrified soul
His compromised dark eyes rolled back
Into white
Into a better place
…
What was the dance they did when they realized
He was dead
By their own hands
By their black hard hearts
By the demons that spoke up loud and clear
Both gluttonous and deprived
Both rich in agony
Poor in compassion
Visions of this little boys eyes
Will never leave me
I knew it the moment I saw the set of three
The set of six eyes
Engaged in this way, in the brutal story
I read on the Internet
The portal to the world in which no one is sure
If what they are reading
Is real or false
But this one.
This one was truth
I saw it in his petrified eyes
My mother and father are monsters
Who created and destroyed him
And now
He is at peace
He is now free
Unafraid
Away, and safe
Removed from the hatred of the circle
Where the next child is only weeks away
From being born
Comments
Carole Anzolletti (author) from Connecticut, USA on February 11, 2018:
Louise, thank you for being so kind to take the time to be here and compliment my poetry.
Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on February 09, 2018:
That's such a lovely poem. The words are beautiful.
Carole Anzolletti (author) from Connecticut, USA on February 07, 2018:
Divakar, thanks so much for stopping by to read and compliment!
divakar3368 from Maldives on February 07, 2018:
Nice lines with pretty deeper meaning.
Carole Anzolletti (author) from Connecticut, USA on February 07, 2018:
Robin, thank you for taking the time to share your feelings about my words. I accept them as a deep compliment and I have not written in vain xoxo
Robin Carretti from Hightstown on February 07, 2018:
So much pain is through your words it was so tormentingly haunted by what I felt in my head how people can control everything with dismembering innocence
Carole Anzolletti (author) from Connecticut, USA on February 06, 2018:
Fredrick, your comment is gratefully accepted and appraised for its awesome sentiment and consideration. I do very much appreciate your time taken to read this. Some very haunting images and words must have their place. I try to harness them the best way I can when they threaten to overrun my mind.
Fredrick Vanek from New York on February 06, 2018:
My God...that was powerful. To anyone who came far too close too often to the fate of that '1500 day old', it speaks volumes to the soul. Thank you for that. All those little ones that didn't make it thank you, if they can, I'm sure.
Carole Anzolletti (author) from Connecticut, USA on February 06, 2018:
Frank thank you for seeing into all of it, for appreciating what writers must do in order to process the depths that churn in the deep abyss of a poet.
Frank Atanacio from Shelton on February 06, 2018:
wow the transparency of the drama in your work stands out.. love the read.. poem read almost like a prayer.. awesome
