Broken Beginning

Just because something can be brought together
doesn’t give obligation for the creation  
In nature, voluntary isolation mostly means  
better to leave well enough alone, walk away  
Interaction can cause catastrophic consequences  
  
Bringing close what is best kept separated  
is the recipe for disaster than can span generations  
Dreams fade, icy hearts remain too cold to ever thaw  
Opposites now together, it is only inevitable  
that without want or love for them, four children arrive  
   
One soul is mercifully whisked away at birth  
another is placed in a children’s home but visits  
So two little girls remain, using wiles and wit    
theft, intelligence, charm, sheer force of childish will  
astonishingly creative methods used to stay together, alive  
   
Cold, wet, sink-washed hair with Palmolive dish soap    
bloody beef bologna, glass shards spat out of each bite  
torn clothes worn, never were quite clean enough  
lice infested hair, ringworm , cigarette burns in flesh  
garbage knee-high, bugs, mold, dirt everywhere  
   
He was too furious to notice, bound by unseen chains  
She was too broken to care, physically and mentally    
Neither had any clue how to care for little souls  
No strength of will, all too expert in neglect  
inevitably, all fell apart, lives forever scarred, fractured  
   
People should learn, take their cue from nature.    
Sad, gray-eyed boys with Kodiak cameras and dreams  
should leave English-Irish intellectual blonde ice princesses be.    
Jewish boys should look elsewhere for love, anywhere at all  
Protestant girls shouldn’t give in to sweet words and promises  
   
If you were to ask how I could speak so precisely  
I would tell the truth - this is the beginning of me.