Saturday, June 18, 2005

A Sight to Be Held...

He's a 1950's advertisement for the future, this boy.
In one pocket, a device that links him to friends and family;
just a push of a button!
In another, a two-pound slab that carries every piece of music the boy owns.
In another
(This boy's pants, they're the height of efficency, designed by the military itself),
a folding screen,
hours of entertainment inside.
His eyes see the world through bulletproof plastic,
ground to a curve so precise, it takes a laser to know it curves at all
Eyes that can be as bright and green as the warmest lagoon,
but most days, grey as the sea with the clouds that lay behind them
in a mind split apart,
so it can care for him,
so his right hand can play a piano,
but not his left.
Still young enough,
his country doesn't even afford him all an adult's rights,
but he's sure he knows his future,
sure he knows
that every one he loves goes away.
All the promise that the future of this future he advertises can hold
waiting for him to be the change he wants to see,
but still that damning voice
that shackles him to all the abandonments
of the past
speaking every language this boy knows,
to scratch that heart inside him that he
knows is black as coal
and
prays that pressure and hellfire
have made
into diamond.

1 Comments:

Blogger the Razorclown said...

Therefore this is what the Lord Almighty says:
"See, I will refine and test them,
for what else can I do
because of the sin of my people?"

-Jeremiah 9:7

9:41 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home