WALTER


My family is poor
I am one of six urchins
That litters the corridor.

Walter is rich
An only child
Showered with clothes, shoes, games, pets and Shostakovich.

It is agreed we should play.
And that I should lose each time 
Is my privilege to obey?

Walter is ten,
I am eight; I take a chance
And I will never visit again…

Turning upside down his command of toys -
My robbers shoot his cops,
My Indians scalp his Cowboys!




Frank Corso