I embrace him, with bone and sinew <br />Gentle as a feathered boa <br />With love and malice, of men and mice <br />A rope upon itself, ten and thrice <br />Subdued from anger by anger, sleep now <br />With the stillness of a baby in its mothers arms <br />Before consciousness <br /> <br />So peaceful and docile like the child of his youth <br />The shadows in the well cast no reflections <br />Hence, suckled, cracked and arid <br />There is nothing here for him, as before <br />As was evident in his violence <br />Before I silenced<br /><br />Marcus McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-coming-of-age-time-to-move-out/
