Five Years Later



Photos of missing children used to be posted on milk cartons.  I don’t think they do this now, in the age of the internet.

However, I wrote a poem about it many years ago:

The Missing Children




Their faces stare up

at me from the side

of cereal boxes,

from blue stamped


Have you seen

this child?

And now the age-enhanced

replica of

their faces

five years later,

with longer bones,

a futile hope,

for we know that they are

part of the forest ground,

where their hair and nails grow

long alone.

Or they have gone

through the Pied Piper’s door

in some mountain,

living in bondage,

forgetting themselves.





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