Little Cherub The boy seems to know far too much. He’s young but seems less than innocent, an old soul I wouldn’t have trusted even in some earlier incarnation. When I see him at the public pool, doing things no youngster should do, it makes me crave a strong drink. Beware both baby and bathwater; beware everything you can possibly think. Whiskey hits gullet with fire, reminding me of all that I love and desire to protect, now and always, to never forget. In church, he looks heavenly in white robes, little angel incapable of evil, dreaming only good. Altar boy altered, knowing open hearts make easy targets. His secrets are troubling, what occurs behind the giggling. His private hell is burning beside lessons he’s not learning. When fire catches into flame your children will be safe again, when all I loved before today catches wind and melts away. Gary Glauber is a widely published poet, fiction writer, teacher, an...
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