Today I wept
when I saw what remained of you
after the demons of this world
pulled on their fleshy gloves,
“ready to fuck you up.”

I want to believe in Jesus
so I can imagine that someone was there
to hold you
when you cried out for your father
while being beaten
by fists and clubs and the butt of a gun,
until your face split open
and you were choking on
bone fragments and blood.

I wonder if He would have already lifted you
by then,
by the time your chest started caving in
around the chamber that kept
your heart and lungs confined
for 37 years alive;
if He would have been breathing light
into your pain,

whispering to the boy who was trapped inside:
“Everything will be okay, son.
I have come to take you home.”


for Kelly Thomas

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