Come back little one, dark boy,
with raven hair, and eyes of charred
memories and ideas. Inside your
shattered mind lies pieces of what
might have been, sharp and cutting.
You have been carried away by unknown
talons, swept away...away...away. I see
you as you slip into the night as the hawk
screeches your name into oblivion. Carrion
carnivores strike at your skin, the tender
flesh of what should be life, but instead
is only feed for the demons who tear
and gnaw and pull and shred. Oh God
save your child. I am unable to protect,
to know the answer, to save him. I am
but another stone sealed inside his heart.
My love is not enough; it never was.
Whose love is? Whose hopes are?
My dimpled child of no mother, with no father,
with only your elusive self, when will you be
found? Lost inside the belly of the monster
who dines upon your sanity; you are nourishment
for those who scream in your nightmares.
Call out if you can.
Say your name if you
remember it.

You are Izaak.

Kathy Lockhart
1/14/07