And The Cradle Rocks

Head rests against the cool, white wall,

Harsh images flicker from the subtle, dark shadows

That bounce from beam to beam within the caverns that lie below.

A turn of the knob, flick of the switch,

And the black of night overcomes the senses

As the eyes become blind.

By choice.

Clear, blue lights illuminate the cloudless sky

While the cratered face stares through the stone

At the boy without hands. The boy without legs.

He lies in a cradle, and grasps a star 

Within his eye as the water runs cold,

A single tear to cry.