WHERE HOUSES LATER WOULD BE, A CHILDHOOD POP

the park entrance gates 

were rusted open forever
& a rough path of half-bricks 

of rubble & sunken carpet 
led
the
way
down
between backyard side fences
into a dogshit field of dangerous iron

we lobbed dirt like grenades
over the fence into a garage forecourt
at a car there / bonnet up / jacked up
& the man working there / radio on pop

like he wouldnt see us
like he wouldnt know
like we were hidden
like spies on tv

he yelled i know where you live
& we scarpered shouting leg it

into the nothing land
where houses
later
would be