When I run away
for the third time
I will climb the tallest tree
and look back
towards my parents' house
to see if they've noticed
It will get hot and
I will become thirsty
Climbing down
I will see a nest of kittens
each one just alive
their eyes flyblown
I will run for my father
who will kill them quietly
His body will be shaking
and he will try to hide it
We will walk home yards apart
slow as old men, saying nothing
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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