It’s spinning – the child,
the world spins along,
around and around
to the sound of the song
Fugitive of the world
in spindrift at speed,
dancing around
till over it keels, weak
But the world keeps spinning,
spirals out of control;
to a child’s shifty eyes
it seems about to fall
Turning ’round and ’round
the world keeps on spinning
though the child is laying still
too afraid to resume breathing