Plaza Del Canon

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Ibiza's St Eularia has a pleasant 
playground square, the Plaza del Canon, 
above the Carrer Molins de Rei, 
and below the longer Carrer del Mar.

One corner, with its small cafe,
is the shady side to meet, 
holding loosely to the doggy lead 
sipping coffee, nibbling treats.

The grannies and the mothers 
watch their children run and play 
and splash and soak in fountains 
at the cooling of the day.

When school let's out for evening 
with Ramo's bouquets on display
Older children drop their rucksacks
and their school bags with their caps 

to ride upon the nodding horse, 
slide down upon their backs. 
At five o'clock precisely 
the fountains are switched on 

where the youngest run and scream 
between, one with his panties gone. 
Flinging high his stubby arms, 
head barely reached by hands,

And lifting an almighty shout 
he let's a glory sound come out,  
a loud and joyful Yaaay!! 
an exaltant and a great hooray! 

This bursting of unbridled joy 
fast rising from within 
has broken from this little boy 
through his wide and toothless grin.

Behind him sits a naked demon,
St Eularia's fond Familiar, cast in 
bronze he sits within a rowing boat 
his hands upon two oars

with his genitals exposed,
and stick-thin limbs, his gargoil face
and grin, disguise the fears that should arise 
but it seems that no one knows 

real dangers that familiars pose.
This rowing demon waits for growing 
children to wander and to stray, 
to clamber in his boat one day 

and then he'll row away.

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