Faceless Child

Faceless Child
© Surazeus
2018 08 16

While strolling bright shopping mall of America,
past clean shops where expensive dresses glow,
I stop at the elegant coffee shop
to write literary novel on my laptop,
and see strange apparition appear bright,
the faceless child with no name in a cage.

I ask her what her name is when she cries,
so she opens her mouth in vast abyss
that howls with burning flames of bleak despair
which blasts me out of my complacent mind
and envelops me in horror of death,
the faceless child with no name in a cage.

Heart pierced with bleak loneliness of her soul,
I ache with longing for face of my mother
since men with guns tore me out of her arms
after we walked across desert of snakes,
to escape drug gangs in small mountain town,
the faceless child with no name in a cage.

Covering my face with hands trembling in sorrow,
I try to hide from her aching despair
that forms glow cloud of fear over America,
but my thoughts transform into blind bats
that swirl around me, shrieking loud her name,
the faceless child with no name in a cage.

I wander nowhere for a thousand years,
numb with horror through labyrinth of lies
that glitter from glass doors of prosperous malls
till I kneel on skull hill in weeping rain
to stare at the blank tombstone of her grave,
the faceless child with no name in a cage.

Taken from the loving arms of her mother,
who was deported back to Mexico,
the little girl with sand skin and storm eyes,
searching for happiness in America,
died from neglect, weeping alone in gloom,
the faceless child with no name in a cage.