the black seeds

there were kids

you

grew up with that you knew

eventually

would be in 

trouble.

they would serve

time,

they'd be in the principal's

office,

in therapy,

in counseling.

you could feel the vibration

of their

dark soul.

and would often see what

they would

do with a frog

and a pointed stick.

something was amiss.

the teachers knew,

the other kids knew,

the parents all understood

that this was

a devil child,

a boy to be reckoned with.

a child

up to no good.