sun-bleached, white,one too young who lost his way,
fell victim to an ambush.
I call on the Creator of the universe
to show some mercy, damn it.
Deal with it! Just fix it; you're
the only one who can. Combine
the bones with sinew and renew
each vein and vessel, layer
muscles strong enough to
vanquish every devil who has
reveled in his pain and suffering.
Some fat to keep him warm at night
when hurts and memories intrude
to chill him, kill his joy and fill his heart
with doubt. You keep those dark thoughts
out. You are the only one who can. God
knows I've tried and failed, and failed to
try again. Don't hold my weaknesses against
him. Fix and heal, restore the years the
locusts treated as their own buffet.
And then before you go please wrap him up
in fine, soft clothes befitting a young
prince, for that he is and that, to me,
he will be always.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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