tadpoles

TADPOLES

Scooped from the Mallard pond 

like tapioca on a spoon,

and plopped in Mammy’s tatty bucket, 

the seething silver jelly

boils grey in the sun.

Kids queue for the squirming quarry:

2 bob a bag. 

And you,

with size-5,

8-up,

Doc-Marten boots,

extinguish the enterprise.

1000 lives expire

on the slick shining path.

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