Snatcher

Ripped straight from its mothers womb,
The Child stretched out its arms,
Breathed it's first breath
And was suffocated
By painful darkness.
Away in the dusted Columbian streets
it sped away,
Crying for its mother.

But his father would not let him go.
Nothing could separate that
inexplicable, black and white,
blue and green bond between them.
He came chasing.
He came running.
Running through the dusted Columbian
streets and filled with rightous fury,
Darkness could not stop him.
Fear could not break him.
Nothing could separate the father from the son.
No thief, grabbing and crawling with hands and
No pain.

No pain.
Nothing was between them.
The father and the son; beautification,
unification was brought through, crowned in glory.
From his hands and body the Father held tight
a wonderful part of him,
And panting with joy, brought him into the
first day of life,
And into the first warmth of morning light.

Reviews

[superneutral]

brutal, vivid. shocking imagery, good pace. i bet this sounds effective read aloud. i like how it changes to the fathers point of view at the end, from the twisted to the loyal love. a good piece.

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