Ruckus, wrecking havoc
With the neighbours
Oh come see, doesn’t stop
It doesn’t just, this wailing
Like the clanging
Of cymbals at prayer hour
Terrifying the din, the mayhem
To alleviate, to silence
What cannot be seen
In the child that wails
Without reason
He was out in the yard
And scampered home
With legions
Of his terrifying selves
Oh come see, what
Bites into him, so invisibly
How do we root it out?
Oh the sheer distress
Of this errant
Splinter.
(Penned Sept 13, 2010)
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