a beginning

[schamaunji3]

It all starts with a man dying--
And somewhere a widow is mourning,
And somewhere children are crying, muffling it with blankets.
And somewhere else a man is profiting from that.
And somewhere else entirely a baby boy is being born.

A baby of promise,
a young man
of intangible wealth who will never entirely profit from it
or even understand it.

Power orients towards those who steal it,
deaths are always tragic and lonely,
and births are never for naught.

But this boy,
this small boy,
this small baby boy,
this tiny and unfortunate baby boy,
always sleeps at night.