Little Brother
Little brother on the
Floor. Eyes to meet
They come no more,
Why you lie there in
The dirt? For what reason
God desert? Did you sin in
Days gone past? Or driven
Mad by dice were cast?
Do you feel, cry you
Tears? Know what demons
Brought you here?
Little brother on the
Floor. Lacking food or
Blanket warm. Your hands are
Black, soul of ice. Are you mad
Or living Christ? May I leave
Or need I stay? “Tender cloak,
A voice to pray.
Leave not this cup
To me,” I say.
“Lift his head up off the
Floor.” But eyes to meet
They come no more.
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Submission Name: Little Brother
