Der Grund

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse22 Dec 2013

Wheeled wailing down white
Walled corridors with neon
Strip lights and antiseptic smells

The doctors knew he'd retain
No memory of his trauma,
That he needed no maternal clutter.

Mercilessly, they helped him
Their hearts inured:
Sound bounced off clinical surfaces

Without ever penetrating
Medical ears, or reaching
His distant mother.

Early, very early he learnt
He was alone, and felt
The anger of the ignored;

And all his life he fought
Furiously to transform this
Curse into some kind of blessing.