You followed Anne
and some others
along the path

from the large house
out the back gate
across a sidewalk

onto the beach
and stood looking out
at the horizon

and the sea
and Anne said
watch out those ******* gulls

don’t **** on you
and some of the other kids laughed
and you stood watching how

she stood there on the beach
on her crutches
the leg missing

and she pointing up
at the seagulls flying overhead
and the smell of salt in the air

and the sound of the sea
crashing on the beach and shingles
I used to swim until I lost my leg

Anne said
but I will again someday
get my ***** all wet

and she looked around at you
to see your response
her deep blue eyes

searching you out
her tee shirt tight
to her figure

and her skirt
just above her knees
but the stump not showing

what do you reckon?
she asked you
coming closer

as the other kids
ran down onto the sands
sure you will

you said feeling her breath on you
as she stood in front of you
her small but developing *******

pressing against you
I could kiss the lips off you
she said but didn’t

she nodded for you to follow her
as she crutched onto the sands
the crutch ends sinking slightly

but still she went onwards
singing if I were a ******* seagull
I’d **** on you all

especially Sister Paul
or Sister Gail
and her loud voice

carried along the beach
and blue and white sky
like an echoing wail.