The playground swing creaks between the hollow trees No different from the shadows they cast in gloom Life leaks from grey roots in drops and dribbling streams Gone like the silence in the wind's raptured screams
We used to play on it from spring to winter Seeking reassurance in its permanence Through bitter frost and rain there it would stay A reminder of the games we used to play
This seat has been barren for too many years These long-rusted chains on either side crave blood They curl into nooses and dangle like snakes To embrace your body before it awakes