by Carolyn Cecil
Dropped on McCullough Street,
Baltimore, the seventies.
Immersed in smells:
urine, trash, people.
German Shepherd chained,
neck raw.
Nineteenth century gothic,
slum-lorded, walls cracked,
once glorious-
infested.
Fodder for nightmare:
impotent social worker.
Skin and bone's baby,
sopping, screaming.
Sisters claw each other,
one of them the mother.
Grandma dying,
pleads:
give the baby away.
copyright 2012, Carolyn Cecil
Carolyn Cecil has been writing poetry for ten years. She participates in a monthly
poetry critique group where she is based in Baltimore. Her poetry has
been published in The Broadkill Review, Poet's Ink, More Stories
Website, Loyalhanna Review and The Gunpowder Review. She will read from
her work on March 21, 2013 at Third Thursday, Takoma Park Community
Center, Takoma Park, Md.
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