rough and tumble

the beatings rained on him
broken bones 
broken skin
heart full of life
jumping around
vibrant inside

he decided to do it live
it wouldn’t really matter
no-one watched
no-one came after

he found his way to the end
no-one followed
not one friend
and when he re-appeared
there were spaghetti hoops in his beard
he was trembling and smiling
as though he’d been sweating
doing something he liked to do

many joined him and went outside 
smiled a lot and smiled a sigh
he went off on the bus
they went home without fuss