Sketch of a person I know. Little cuts of his evolution through age and experience. |
Barely a wisp of a Boy. Cold steel eyes with a level gaze Contain the naivety of a child And the weariness of an adult. Gentle gestures, His hand given to help me up and shoulder proffered to lean on. Offered up CD player to share a song We could discuss its meanings all ride long. I’ll never forget the first time I saw The dull steel eyes light up in interest. He always questioned. What was going on in my life? Why did I look upset? Why would I continue practices that make me unhappy? Not long after that I noticed the shift from interest to an intense watching In those liquid steel eyes. He was assigning everything a value placement. The world was black and white. His sister was smart and going places He was destined to fail. His mother was fragile and gentle His father was dirt that shouldn’t live. Women were good and in need of protection Men were destructive demons that hurt without remorse. There was danger in him. Awareness grew of his capacity to hurt. Behind caring and genuine worry Hid a calculating mind. Selective concern for others, “A worthy few most precious, All the others no more than pitiful bugs.” He is moved to violence against them without hesitation. Copywright of Lilly Suess 2005 |