Boy

In the vee of his legs the mud-thing sat
he patted it round then he patted it flat
leaning back with arms out straight
he gave serious thought to the mud-thing’s fate
swinging his arm straight past his head
he cleaved it in two and declared it dead.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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