Childlike
" 1 - 2- 3 Get off my tree"
Little tyrannical screams all day
From my window sits
brown paper bags
twirling children's voices through
Iron Catholic gates.
Summer time with blue shirts and blue pants.
Big rubber balls jump into grates.
Shallow gullies catch rolling milk money.
"You're it!"
"Crazy Tiger! Crazy Tiger!"
Children's voices echo
in my window to my ear
Bang the cochlea and make me
think of my own and myself.
My own one day with scraped knees;
Their favorite toy always on one arm.
Their blonde headed waddle as
we play in the water or on the lawn.
I explain World War II and the balk.
Much like my own.
The cruel things that children say
make trees weep and pigeons cringe.
Such prejudice and hatred so fast
builds in their little mouths and fists.
Much like my own.
