Raid

If I could be so sorry.

Fellow Jade...!
A sun in fade-
swelling smaller;
Tender.

Elegy for my
babe, grows apart
and sings with her
hands so despondent.

Chair-bound, abused;
black-eyed, red-cheeked-
dismal, neurotic:
Burnt out.

My knuckles weep,
Her injuries reflected
On my fists-
On my very spirit.