ABSTRACT
Eternities earlier than grammar school drowned by the ritual of primary school wandering grey streets respite in The Woods the lug of tired frame through rusted gates slumped under words rotas that buried him. The Woods seemed to change even before animal killers chased him out for good their acceptance indifference on long wet days when he hurt himself went numb with cold wet prickling bitingly icy stinging itching spoiling what would happen if things got worse.
