In Childhood

In Childhood 

Don’t step upon the cracks.

For that is where the fingers

lurk that will pull at your shoe,

loosen your lace and force 

you to flail face down onto 

the cut glass path.

It’s here where they will twist

your ankle, snap it to the moon,

let the rats wish at its bone. 

Clicking, they will unscrew your

tin leg, leave the day to the wind.

Blackened, bloodless and thin.

@Dartford