Horseradish that extinguishes noses forms a tepid wrath that freezes us.
Blazing roofs cry foul at us
as we don our most garish hats.
Hardened by battles with ants
are the children with dirty shoes.
Likened to a pony ride
is the blazing path to adulthood
Dimly aware of stark terror,
the mausoleum chews softly.
Hormones rage in newspapers
that promise nothing new.
Taking away ginger from children
are the parents without hope or reason.