I'm listening
to the mad boys
kicking footballs
against the wall
flying hammers
are silent for the
time being.
The out of bound nutters
are in the exercise yard
they are lost within
the bells of time.
Tiny hands are starting to
lose grip on the day
sharp metal toys are thrown
out of cots
dark tantrum skies
are brewing while
the duty guards clutch
onto the sun
the lunatics
chant nursery rhymes behind their backs while
the trees bleed
from steel claws.
Avie.
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