They Will Hurt You Poem by James McLain

Loud knocks at night in your wall.
Having your legs spread open.
Wider than two arms can end to end go.
Full bodied shadow see through apperations.
Thumps under your bed that infer.
Can you fight what you can, cannot feel?
Something slips quickly in and out.
It is warm it is wet it is dry.
Understanding the window faces west.
Becoming thick and heavy you cry.
Breathing it in then breathing it out.
Back and forth hangs your swing just outside.