sugar kids

the sugar
filled kids, with
blue eyes
rolling in their
heads
like the wheels
in a slot
machine.
they scurry about
with
sharp teeth,
drooling and
banging the dog's
head like
a drum with sticks
brought in from
the yard.
their red cheeks
puffed out
like apples,
the chilled
wind stuck
in the hollows
of their small
pink lungs.
round and round
they go,
each trip
counted by a scream.
so you wait
before going
back to work
for a door to open
and for them
to fly out.