Tether End (for cs)
by Chris Major
The name in the local ‘rag’
slapped my eyes,
dropped to dark subconscious
and rippled images of you.
25 years ago,
taunted ‘n’ teased,
pinched ‘n’ punched
in teacherless rooms,
scared smile beaming,
back dropped by a
darkness in the eyes.
I never ‘called’ or hurt you,
but I never helped;
shared a bench occasionally,
glad its four foot length
lied ’bout the distance
between us.
The name in the local ‘rag’
slapped my eyes.
I tried not to
think about it-
those dinner queue
beatings playing a part,
insults spat syllable sharp,
and how,
in the end,
they just cut you down……………..