Poem of the Day

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With the eye in the back of his head

he sees them coming —


eight-year-old breakers,

baby-hard, baby-soft.


Their elegant space-machine

could swallow him,


drown him once and for all

in a dish of air.


They are the masters —

skills bred in the bone.


He freezes

as they expect


though a voice inside him squeaks

I . ..Words cut his tongue,


weigh in his mind

like a bruise.

Katherine Gallagher

(Published in Them & Us, Bodley Head, 1993)

  • Katherine says: Your poetry prompt #26  HELP reminded me of occasions in schools and elsewhere when I’ve come up against bullying.Poetry Prompt #26