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Kids in camouflage sprint and stumble through smoke,
their faces smeared with blood and dirt.
It’s a burnt-out city with kids tearing into enemy lines,
Another press conference was held in Houston
aired on breakfast news.
Ed’s knuckles are bruised a plummy purple.He rubs them and laughs.‘You think this is something?In here? Joe, this is nothing.’
After the first call came through from Ed,
Angela tried to explain
what he had been accused of
and what might happen next.
But I never really got my head around it.
We used to play on the sidewalk,
brandishing long sticks as lightsabers,
caning one another and
really feeling the force of it.
The green phone
on the wall in the hall
hardly ever rang.
Anyone who wanted to speak to Mom called her cell.
Same with Angela.
There are things that lurk in the library,
that thumb and squeeze between the leaves.
New worlds can be found in the books,
characters listen to all that you read.
Seriously I’m really very cool
When I went to school
With the headmaster
I drafed the rules.
We studied my hair
Kicking the pebbles along Eastbourne beach
as the orange-pink of sunset
plays with the ebbing tide,
my mother asks…
My mother, The Mermaid Queen, wept tiny pearl tears.
For weeks, for months, she cried through the seasons.
High-tide storm-sobbing, would it last for years?