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I wanted to be a man trudging through the trenches of a neighborhood gone bad.
In the wake, in the death of a little squirrel in the face of the neighborhood kids
in the face of my mother in the face of my father who’d beat me for being a sissy
at least it was in the face of the love for the squirrel.
I cried alone and mourned my neighborhood friend foraging for nothing more than love.
If I could, I’d beat that bullocks for beating an innocent creature.
To watch it suffer writhing beneath our eyes, only mine laden with tears……
the jocularity of stupidity and cruelty at the hands of a sadistic ringleader
holding the whip now holding his sentence in juvenile court.
Now in jail a hungry rat crawled across his neck rabidly plunging it’s teeth into
his jugular, and as he lay dying nobody heard his plea, but for
the squirrel and for me…………………
Daniel William Concharty is a poet whose work appears frequently in Painted Brain News