Written on 3 March 2018; published on 3 March 2018; revised on 2 December 2018
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems
Here is a poem I wrote earlier this month …
Although this account is entirely fictional, the inspiration for it was the murder of the child Dylan Redwine in Bayfield, Colorado, after he went missing on 18 November 2012.
As I recall, posters were put up around town regarding a 19-year-old Ute child, possibly from the nearby town of Ignacio, Colorado, who went missing a month later, but I cannot find anything on that child online; perhaps he went back home.
I also recall a couple of instances of foreign exchange students at Fort Lewis College in Durango, Colorado, being posted as missing while out running in the mountains … if memory serves? Was it in the summertime, between 2013 and 2015? As well, I could not find information on them online; perhaps they came safely back to school.
Electronic Found Art: “Gaia’s Grace 1, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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THE VOICE OF A CHILD
A poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
3 March 2018
This account is entirely fictional.
Not long ago, in a country town
chilled to the bone, a troubled child
waited almost an hour for the bus to arrive
A woman, seeming mighty grand
pulled up in an old sedan
Leaned across the passenger seat
opened the door and said, hop in!
For almost a month on the astral plane
Night after night I heard his screams
God, oh God! God, oh God!
When will my father come find me?
Mr MD, What have you done
clipping the eyelids from that man’s son?
Did you think that would awaken him?
The heresy of physical form
makes a man think that a woman is born
when the jewels of his youth are shorn
and then, his mother’s fine clothes are worn
What shows up is an angry man
trapped in a form that he can’t stand
What will he do for a sexual thrill
but find a child at a bus stop to kill?
For over a month on the astral plane
I heard his screams, I felt his pain
And then one day, a man stepped in
and severed the child from his agony
Then for a month or more I heard
a sweet small voice from the wild clair world
I love you, I love you, Mr MD
for ending that nightmare pain in me
I love you, I love you, Mr MD …
Thank you for liberating me
Oh God, if there be a God, please spare
this child, please find him there
Bless him and bring him home again
to the Father who hears when he calls for help
Bless his parents. Heal that place
and by the way, as to Dorian Gray
ask the MD to read it please
Form’s good, but it’s not the only thing
It’s feelings that make our hearts sing
In my heart I still hear
month in, month out,
the voice of a child
and how he called out
See the face of a woman
who was not all there
and the glint of a knife
as it arced through the air
I remember how great
was the grief of that town
and how we kept hoping
the child would be found
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Electronic Found Art: “Gaia’s Grace 2, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
See also … Link: “Compendium: Child Torture,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 22 February 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gz4 ..
–from Link: “The Voice of a Child,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 March 2018; revised on 2 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8rg ..
Alice B. Clagett
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