He's In Jail Now

So cute as a baby If you could have seen him So innocent and pure But mother wasn't there Too young, too Well, you know how it goes Father none, not even sure who And foster homes, several Bounced around he, can't really Take the place of, why I don't know By ten, you could see His eyes were, how can I say Already dead, and grandma thinks That somehow she's to blame But then, her mama was never There, no not really, not for her Either, not in any, that is Not in any important way. Do you know what I mean? ~ Laurence Overmire (Previously published in Circle Magazine, Vol.4, Issue 3, Summer 2000)