November 25th: a poem: can't word

the waft of coffee that fills this house
marks a job
well done
poorly done
hardly done
marks a denial
a refusal
omittance
persistence denied and uncoddled
like a child
crying for the mother that’ll never come

what happens to the child without
love

bastard limbs and cleft lip
boneless
sightless
speechless
no tongue to wail
or pose indignation
a child to destroy
to conquer
to defeat
crying beneath a tree for a
mother that’ll never come.