Slapped Thighs, Bound Wrists

Free floating along the barbs and green, leafy plants -
where have we taken you, what have we done?

Fair blond – we loved you so, we worshipped your
feet and toes. What have we done, where did
you go – please tell us – gather and compose.

In the dark and on a trail of swirling dust and heat -
rays so bright – filter, intertwine – leafy plants, fern and dew -
doo bop doo.

Clop de clop, scuffle along – seek us now – we lost
you dear, we suffocate. We kneel – we fear -
slapped thighs, bound wrists – suffer quietly among
the light – my moon.

2010 Barry Comer

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Barry volunteers as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and helps teach children with disabilities.
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