Dirty Children
Rosie Cuckston
Lived on a cabbage reek dump
Had two arms one mouth one eye
Couldn't speak, just waved his fingers
Pressed up against the doorpost
Tongue hung out in concentration
Smelling acid from her stewing liver
He felt the splinters in his neck
It wasn't his fault
It was the man who pickled the starfish
Who pushed him up against the fence
And promised him some tapas money