I'd sat down and written the boy.
of write and wrong.
that the words were earned.
on poverty and sweat.
raised chalice and malice.
slights and regret.

O' child you burn as a forge.
your heat radiant.
and deeply felt.
your danger your fire.
in solace.
your warmth.

Shown teeth as a badger.
cruel youth.
bite your thumb at me.
pin pricks bleed.
from decimated demarcations.
yet sweetness imbued.

Go on child to your precipice.
nimble in mind.
hard in the heart.
fall from my voice.
the groan and growling.
my own.