Poetry Porch: Poetry

 

Wilderness
By Kelley Jean White

       I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness   —John 1:23

I donít recognize the name on the chart
A brand new social workerís brought him in
Canít say where the burns end and healings start

She canít say why the family came apart
Or how the injuries occurred or when
I donít recognize the name on the chart

We peel the t-shirt off, old blisters pop
Second degree burns, back, buttocksí skin
Canít say where the burns end and healings start

I take him on my lap to hear his heart
Auck, he's two years old, and Iím all in
I donít recognize the name on the chart

Is this abuse? Will I make a report?
Kids spill tea on their fronts, they donít back in—
Canít say where the burns end and healings start

Heís Ihsayah Ishma-el Bonaparte
Maternal grandmother is next of kin
I donít recognize the name on the chart
Canít say where the burns end and healings start


Copyright © 2020 by Kelley Jean White.