by Nick Gisburne
Eduardo hides behind the garden gate.
It’s where he waits, to watch the world go by.
His mind still finds the time to recreate
The worst of what his former friends deny.
He said he saw them tear a man in two,
But nobody believed a kid, of course.
Discovering the grave, though brave, he knew
The murderers would take his tongue by force.
Appalled, to flee their furious pursuit,
He ran where only crazy people crossed.
A sudden, screeching impact made him mute.
His mind, or most of what was left, was lost.
The man they pulled apart was just a toy,
A doll, but what they broke would break a boy.
