savages

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Wasn’t the best house for
a five-year-old
It was just a small room above the
bar his mother worked in
and it was open until late at night
and he couldn’t sleep because
of the noise

He imagined savages going
at each other
and then laughing in celebration
of victory
and he wasn’t too far from the truth

His mother would come
into the room from time to time
to get something or
to leave something in her locker.

She had no time for him

And lately she kept coming with
blood on her clothes
He imagined she must clean up after
all those savages, pick
their dead bodies up
and bury them.

It was unfair. Her only reward was
a spit’s worth of flour
his mother was too tired to cook
with. So
she just snorted it through her nose
and went to sleep
while leaving him with some fast-food meal,
sometimes only fries,
sometimes nothing at all

But one day mom stopped coming
Some savages in blue uniforms took her away
and they came for him
as well and
he cried, not understanding what
he did wrong