Whether we face a bowling ball or a bulldozer, we must answer to survive,
identify objects, locate space, track motion, organize sensations to
answer questions like what is it, how far away is it, where is it going?
We must include kids, cats and Christmas trees in everything we do,
then watch the green blotch, the branches, ornaments and lights
perceived as fuzzy images. Realize, these are all just clues left by a happy child.
Like the stuffed bear with the red-and-white stocking cap, no blood left,
just the trials of youth, drugged and beaten. Or his sister’s breasts,
a fetish for the believer, laid bare, beneath the tree.
Parents pray for a cleansing.
Take away these images of our daughter
unwrapped, hollow and put back into the box.