Play

2 kids play piggyback
Neither larger neither smaller
Neither can carry the other yet they do
Play the game , they do play
I return in hunger
Behind windows of glass
Nobody looks inside, yet i see out.
Hunger knows the little ones
I know hunger too
While they sweat in cold breeze playing
My mind sweats in me
The universe would overturn
For me to play piggyback in a storm of infancy
Yet death would come so easily
Like a nasty kiss dry as a sandy loo.

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