Boogeychild

the fury of the crumbs
is not a childish epiphany

it is a breathtaking ride

a foundling
with the face hidden
a child always first
with a frantic laughter

it has
the Seven of Diamonds

a little boy saddened by
the opening of the womb
of a lean mother and given
to a vigorous nurse crazy
about him

a sharp-shooter

a heedless burglar
who causes insecurity
and whispers like
a locomotive

a rascal who hits
every idiot
and babbling boor

slamming the door

the frenzy of an obedient
inquisition

a lawyer
who does not seek
to make money a poison
that does not grope

the rattle
of a long-running torpedo