Peter Pan in Purgatory
He died when he was a boy.
(Peter breaks through)
Golden child of all his siblings:
(the shadow.)
beloved, beautiful, anchored
in the absolute innocence of youth.
He died when he wasn’t old.
(Come away, come away!)
Forever cast as that free-spirited
(The flight...)
sprite, glowing goodness, what
mother didn’t dare let go of.
He died when he was twelve…
(the pirate ship...)
or eleven, or seven, or never.
(“Hook or me this time!”)
Flying through the heavy hearts
of his family, battling the memory left when
he died with a secret.
(The happy island.)
Stuck in the corners of corporeal
(The children are carried off,)
past, in the synapses of loves’
mind’s heart.
He died a boy.
(they return home.)
Peter Pan in purgatory
(The never bird.)
lives eternally young.
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