What To Tell The Child Poem by John Powers

On a passage

of diesel and rust

a mother

brings a child

along.



The mother

not one

but a drunk

college night



The child

a regret

living

in aftermath



It looked

to me

as if

I knew



I could

not answer

I starred back

at the future



We rumbled

past the

signs of

high ruin



A child

fat hands

soft feet

wonder eyes



still watching

as if

I had

an answer



I'm sorry

baby blue

ocean eyes

I'm sorry



The rust

did rumble

through signs

of a high

ruin