Broken enunciation teeters off
To menial fortunes, as once upon a time, a time ago
Wandering esquires will wonder
The outcome of a suicide child’s fate
Will serve for two purposes and only one renowned.
Mothers tends to say: “Damned child.”
A fruit too fresh, I can smell the earth off your tongue.
When alas someone pays their due respect, solemnly, at first
Human cherub, who pays you to smile ?

These are the questions we ponder
With my hands in your men’s trousers.
1981.