TADPOLES

By RONNIE CASSIDY

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.


Doc-Marten rebel, tadpoles