Two Babies

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

She throws the cup
From the high chair
Again and again,

For the thrill of the noise,
And the joy of seeing it
Always picked up.

For an instant the clatter
Wakes another child
Still alive, buried deep,

Craving reassuring dependence
Even as it resents
The dependency;

This infant breathes
Through stifling layers
Wrapped and repressed

Kept imprisoned yet
Allowed to enslave,
Hating the parents it loves.