Tooth Mark
(by T.O.M)
Curved in deep sleep
in his mother's womb
Molded like a wingless bird
while she tossed and turned
A child at every sundown
a mother used to cradle
Is now a defenseless orphan
at a tender age of four
An umbilical cord untangled
with mindless intent
Men in uniform who are distorted
in shape and mental frame
A strange bird on cement sleeping
amidst the war and disarray
A mother's shadow is comforting
her hushed tone is from far away
The tooth mark of the winter solstice
is too much for me to bear,
An icy blur is nothing as it seems
but to ignore is cruelty beyond compare
