His stony rampant presence swamps my gut
with frozen fear,
rearing embittered bones.
Forsaken by my angel,
away she flew when my favourite shadows died
now I am alone with quarrelsome bladder
and skittish quivering bowel.
The wicked ogre proclaims himself
with growl and broken glass.
Mother save me, but she is beneath his strength
a broken mouth and swelling eye,
tied by terror I cannot raise the grit to help.
Creaking stairs , boozers belch , his cruel
progress is at my door,
silently I whimper cringing beneath my
hoping to hear the sound of collapsing filth,
the all clear.
Tomorrow I am an Indian with painted face,
courageous and brave enough to confront
But he is a giant , with flashing eyes and
one day I will be his match
I think of that day with glee