a dream...

bandaged baby on the big slide.

change his nappy, tickle his toes, watch him die.
the stench of the sinister hides amongst the bloody gums.

was it you? fuck you. what was it?

fire bomb the bed, plastic filled with petrol.

why?
feel the spinal scream, fan the flames

are we at war?

yes.
who with?
do you care?
not at all.

fearfully we tumble together down the steep crumbling clay track.
outrun the flames.
you must survive.

unseen wizards spread the seeds of terror in a child's country town.