Rotten old men
Standing like their
Rotten cocks
Erect
They watch the mothers
And children play.
Some watch the mothers
In skirts, tight, amorphous
Bending over
Their great asses
Blocking out the sky.
The daughters cowering behind
Oval shadow
Others watch the children
Thumbs perked up
Wriggling between two
Moist, pursued lips
Blowing their
Boo-boo’d thumbs.