They saw a Cleanse
A Gradation
I saw the the scale
It scared me
Clutching my ammas hands
I could smell the similar fear
Of the other kids
They called it a cleanse
I just saw red
And it scared me
It just a race
I heard her
A mother
Perhaps mine or his or hers or yours
It's just a race
You run you fall you get up
You bleed you sweat you swear
You run
You run
It's after all a race you could write poems of
So get up and run
This cleansing
It's over
You define it
The measure for you