Phoebe
(4/8/10)
DEDICATED TO PHOEBE PRINCE
I.
They were young
And their cruelty was unfair
But they knew no moral
Not taught well by their
Teachers or parents.
The words they used
Were ugly but
What harm is in words?
-only to the recipient
they felt worth scarring.
II.
They still teased
As she hung above their heads
Tied by the rope they
fastened for her.
with what was said
and written they helped
a vine grow with
thorns that dug.
As it grew it wrapped
Around her neck
And closed her throat
And the drumbeat
of her heart
would not be heard
anymore.
III.
Does her spirit
Now free
Breathe deeper
As we feel her now?
IV.
If we can understand
Can we clean up
The blood and tears?
Ca we stop the vines
From growing
And will we?
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