The little boy stood totem-like
Frozen, his feet two cement blocks
Wanting to shout out “choose me”
But no sound came from his mouth
As if beavers had dammed up the flow of words
All he could do was look on in silence
As the first boy was taken.
Yes, there was an inner voice
Move a little closer
You don’t have to say anything
Just let them see you.
But he stayed in place
What if they see and don’t take me?
Like the last puppy left in the litter
No, I’ll stay just where I am.