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in passing today

I saw pain

scratched raw

upon the face

of an unknown child

from no more than a few moments'

intimate glance

soul slammed into soul

meeting one another

in some swift incomparable clash

but that one aching, living wound look

that came from her ran through me

as cold as the feeling of a thousand funerals

no one

especially not this once so bright and shiny

as a new penny child should have to live with

that big ugly jagged scar

prowling around inside them

a small scared rabbit she was

in horrified human form

abuse

the likely culprit

my gut twists to address

cowardly and criminal

the parents' or guardians' unthinkable acts

to permit such vicious robbery upon a child

stealing all shards of innocence

it butchers their minds

and leaves in such carnage's wake

the shattered, stark and unhidably hopeless

little her

it is a rancid society's evil

bleeding from the hands of such a vast

godless collective

leaving me to wonder

just when

will the war on our children's innocence

end.........................

(written Aug. 21, 2001 1230am)