Changeling

dim reminiscence of a haggard mind
drunk on a future
tasted too much
fell from the curb
a gutteral lament
he dreams through salt and snot
the tide that pulls him
the puke of his own wretchedness
he can't stand anymore
outgrew that creaking bicycle
he used to soar
his crutch is a borrowed cane
in debt
he took it out against the price of his innocence
the pure - coveted and mocked,
beat down and bruised,
snatched from cradles
changeling babies
pushed through the veil
stumbling in a world
abandoned
reckless
they pick their poison
and mourn a sorrow
an absence they cannot name