Little Cans


A little boy is standing, frozen by his eyes.
His mind is cloudy like a storm due Sky, his vision's clear as a settled glass of water. Why? His heart knows the reason: understanding escapes him.
Odor invades his nose like termites storm a house, unwelcome guests.
A stench cloud in the air, little boy is still confused. Why?
Speak, little boy. Ma.
Still cloudy, still confused, vision becoming glossy
as tears fill his eyes. Why??????
Eyes too full leaking tears down innocent cheeks, splashing to the floor.

The boy draws near to what is dear to him,
heart bleeding, mind frazzled. Reaching for her hand, he says it.Mom? Mom?

I love you etched in his heart.
LIttle boy pulls her hand.
A toil in vain.
He tries, he cries, she won't get up.

The little cans have slain her, she's stuck there
for the night, a captive to the floor.
Tomorrow she won't remember, won't know he stood nearby.

Tomorrow she'll buy more little cans,
and kiss the floor once more.
Why?

The little boy grows up, he is tall and strong and tough.
Inside the man, a boy is standing, with his mother nearby.
Except now he knows why.

It's the little cans.
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