Danger in the Yard

He never left
a bridge unburned.
He breaks each
thing he sees.

He, self-conscious
to the end,
Watches those
who watch him eat.

He's always asking, "What?"
To those who merely shake their head
And every night they have a fight
When it is time for bed.

90 is the percent that
Attention on him's red,
And God alone knows
What goes on inside his head.

Trust has long since
Left him in the corner of my mind
And I have but fear and doubt
For this boy of nine.