From a very early age he always heard
he was not the same as his brothers.
"Like tentacles squirming in mi insides,
and a burning sensation not there with the others,
like mi belly were on fire." The midwife,was amazed
at the blue haze of smoke that hung over the cot
as he exhaled his first breath, and he never cried
or smiled or laughed,just stared out of those big
green eyes sunk in a daft looking pale moon face.
As he grew older he knew. The wall that fell down,
the headaches he induced,his burning rages moved
objects from place to place. At school ridicule was
heaped on his head, smooth and large,
like a puffball perched on a blade of grass.
He grew to hate them in his lonliness, until one day
a massive conflagration burned the school down.
No-one survived but they found him spread-eagled
in the bike shed, a bird about to fly,
one tear stained his pallid cheek, green eyes
staring sightlessly towards mid morning stars.
His puffball head split wide open.
Inside a walnut, dense and hard,
then a darker ball at its core,
impenetrable as dungeon walls.
Somewhere a billion million miles away,