A beautiful child,
Meridian's curiosity,
The summer gift of Maycomb.
Living in his own twilight world,
His foggy island with
A sad gray house.
Full of youthful innocence,
By an involuntary route.
Bound in chains of imagination
Left to die in the basement
Shivering like a rabbit.
"Don't make me go back,
please sir!"
Beautiful things floated around
In his dreamy head.
A head of darkness,
A head of light.
"They just wasn't interested in me."