Wanton Boys
Out on the lawn, ankle high horror
not crucified but bound
men-in-miniature suspended upside-down
on pencil stakes, eraser end up
lead points driven into earth,
brown string biting Lego joints.
Upstairs a bloodless massacre:
decapitated heads roll around,
limbs strewn, but no one screams
at the bottom of the toy box.
And where are these hostage-takers
evil mischief-makers?
Untroubled and asleep in their beds
in their cartoon character pyjamas.
Traverse a minefield of discarded
Lego bricks assaulting your soles
to peel back their checkered duvets,
brush clammy fringes stuck to foreheads.
Are these flushed cheeks
dreaming of fresh tortures,
would-be water boarders
tomorrow will these wanton boys
tear wings from flies for sport
or will they ask to bake fairy cakes?
Published in The Wild Word
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