Stripped

Who Stole My Childhood?

What seeped out in the dead of the night

Innocence of dreams was stolen by stealth

I sat playing in the corner

Watching the footsteps

Order got sucked into a big grey hole

Cloud cloud cloud

A sense of wonder was taken by the headhunters

they wear it round their necks now

Yet I existed for fifteen more Christmas mornings

I did not need to understand

At all

Strip mining my

Imagination

Of all the

Colour

February 1997