Iron Bars

Iron bars forever separate
Me from the others who look the way I do
They are not like me
They live in places of light and warmth
Where families sit together in
Haphazard patterns they carelessly
Wear for a single event
Only mine had hardened into
Intolerable ice
Replayed nightly for the entertainment
Of a lucky few
Who enjoy the squirming misery of the weak
Iron bars that hurt my fingers
As I grip tightly the invisible lines that
Keep me out of the bosom of social warmth
That comes of joining in a circle of dance or
Faith, a veritable club of belonging
I cannot master because I cannot see
The way to having faith
Iron bars can suck that kind of faith from
A person's heart so that even a person who
Wonders about God can be fooled into
Thinking that nothing has meaning or that
People are not rainbows
But they are

Grassyplace

A little round piece of grassyplace
My body dropped there like clump of refuse down a chute
Stuck there
Slapped there
Flat there
Waiting for it
Ear to the ground
Every little screaming part of me pulls to get away
To move
Even just to whimper
But I cannot
I strain and cannot
I feel myself in two places
I see and pity the flat stuck one
I am lifted
I leave her behind I feel no pain
Save the aching pity
I fly away
The hunter is poised.