I may have been dead or at last breath,
you came skipping up from the alley
short bare legs, dirt on your knees.
I saw you stop, a thrupenny jubbly,
in your hand colder then I was,
the blood on my face jam thick.
I was wrenching a punctured fifth wheel
when the axle broke, pitching the trailer
on me as straw bales toppled like Lego bricks.
I saw you laugh at the policeman too fat
trying to run like a keystone cop,
as he blew his whistle in the empty street.
I could hear the ring of the ambulance,
you danced to until you saw the man
jump out with big sticks and a blanket.
I watched you stand, jubbly untouched
as they bent over me then you turned
and ran to play and so did I.