It started with a scream that tore open reality,
Like a child with the envelopes of their birthday cards.
No fivers flutter out.
This is ever the case when
Adulthood lengthens ear hair.
He settles back to listen to the blood
As it thuds a beat into his head.
This is good because it means
He isn’t yet dead.
Or at least not deceased.
A tippy-tapping catches his mind
He turns to his right as a swollen-bellied
Little thought traipses across
Before he can catch it
It jumps upon his chest and
Begins to recite
The songs it sang
For sand and sunlight.
Outside the children play and giggle.
Banging drums while puppies wiggle.
Then they can be seen joining hands
Across their green and pleasant lands
Even over seas they touch
Not worried by the water much.
Though when they reach
A pubic age
Their attitudes and
So soon enough their hands are lost
In bloody things and all it costs.
He turns, shudders and
Cries himself to sleep.