27/03/2015

#poem #poetry #micropoetry #poisoned #pigs #poisonedpigs

maggots

after a morning
throwing knives at trees
and each others ankles
we climb onto the bus shelter
roll on our backs
and watch the clouds

one looks like a dragon
another like dr mopp in his car
but our interest is taken
with the               
              fifteen furrows away
amid the seed potatoes
we uncomfortably giggle
at the squirming rats
on the poisoned pigs

penknife at hand
we all say we like it
especially
the rats eating out the eyes

after a dinner of rainbow
and spaghetti hoops
we drop bricks off the bridge
daring the younger kids
to show their face

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