Swing

swing

i am not worthy of children's swings
of flaky rusted poles and scooped plastic seats
i am witness to adults instead
as i do underdogs and think about organs, blood
goopy intestines that turn into someone
i can be a boy or girl if you want me to be
i will babysit you or steal your riches
i will save you, string you up on a makeshift cross
marry you then cheat on you
i am pure organ in any case --
i swing on the inside

Copyrighted by Nathan Buck 2007