The boy huddles quietly in a refrigerator box

Quiet in a forgotten corner of the darkened basement.

Blue eyes peer over drawn-up knees

As the man’s heavy steps carry him into the abyss.

The pull-chain snaps the light on.

Angry eyes glare down at the unwanted child

Whose hair stands in uneven waves and tufts.

Father’s fierce hands seize the boy

And tear his clothes from skin and bones.

The boy kicks and kicks

But can’t escape his father’s rage.

The child is dropped in a cold-water sink

And Father holds him by the arm.

Cuts his hair down as he struggles

Hand goes to hold the fighting head still.

Young face is engulfed in the rough hand

Slamming him back against the porcelain.

Little body goes limp as Father’s hands

Tighten their grip on scissors and body.

Hair is gone.

Life is gone.

Father’s unwanted son

Stuffed in the box from New Baby’s bassinet.

Dumped along the side of the road

With rusted car parts and garbage.

From box to box to tiny coffin

A child dies without a name.