Ted getting shabby --skull beneath skin?No, but as matting,bare patches, begin,nameless maimed babypeers out from within.
Once it was Tadwit,now merely It:old links with You and Himno longer fit:the melting snowman's slide,leaving just grit?
Poor ted? no -- frightening,way it seems now:angel that shielded megone soft like dough:now to that damaged thingwhat do I owe?
Something in both of usnever got born:too late to hack it out,or to unlearnneeded, familiar pain.Come, little thorn.
