Hot Cement

[REW]

Hot Cement

Hot cement strikes young toes sharp
As we dance wildly in loose elastic
Swimming free, herds of hungry carp
My song is loud, your smile spastic

Corns of cob and melons balled
Fall deep in bellies, curled and compressed
A game of sandman, bodies sprawled
Against hot cement, your arms outstretched

Perched upon your youthful frame
I swallow hard and begin my chant
Beckoning the Sandman's name
Adults inside, witnesses scant

A wincing look across your face
Lips pursed tight, then shouting, pleading
Flailing arms and helpless cries
I shush your cries and adjust my seating

Still you squirm and beg relief
My palms press hard, esteemed content
Assuring you this will be brief
"Don't be a baby", it's merely hot cement.

With eyelids pinched and wrists restrained
I murmur through, reciting prayer
Deny relief as if ordained
Working undisturbed and free from error

Finally the act's complete
I topple off, a heap of bones
A smile concealed, I sense defeat
Yet you can't suppress your woeful moans

A thrashing carp, you flop to your chest
A casualty hangs in his final hour
A carpenter bee has been laid to rest
Sacrificed for those in power.

Hello,

I read your poem.  I do not feel in a position to offer detailed feedback yet.  I am very confused by the last stanza.  I am not familiar with the sandman game, so that may play a factor in my understanding.  Okay so someone is being pressed to the ground.  At the end there is a dead carpenter bee.  Is this a symbolic death?  Or was the person sat on to squash a bee as some sort of sacrifice for the sandman?  This violence in the poem is intriguing but obviously I do not have a grasp on the intent as yet.