The ChildVerse

There are shuddering memories
redolent of infancy which
adults shrug as emerging imagination
in exposure to life evoked within
developing minds when only the
very young hear the hissing and
smell the heat of strange animals
beneath their beds and only they
see the reality that lurks in
crepuscular bedroom corners
goading them to panicked screams
for rescue from threats their parents
scold them for. In their parallel
universe of hobgoblins and odd
beasts mockery is made of the
supposed sanity of ours. These are
the realities of the young, some 
of whom 75 years later recall and
wonder why what children discern
is shielded from mature senses
even while evil makes its 
triumphant passage through time 
and historical space, given the
nomenclature that denies a child's
early realization of the world
of impending peril it has entered.
Life as a continuous nightmare...