Brian Kenneth Swain

I was born

at a very young age,

so I cannot be expected

to remember

all the details.

I recall a loud

noise, though that

may have just been me,

come to think of it.

There were several

quite rough hands.

And then an acrid taste,

which I didn’t much

like, but went

for anyway,

no menu being offered.

I remember glass

and lots and lots

of staring eyes.

After that,

everything is a bit of

a blur

until today.