Possibly a child is not damaged immediately
but only after some time has passed.
When the parent who sits on the edge

A tiny creature moves
through the tide pool, holding up
its little fortress foretelling

If they pay well I tell them “Bene stat
Stop in again the next time you feel horny
In this whorehouse where we hold our state.”

In the evening
haze darkening on the hills,
purple

Through a dark winter 
In a cold chambre de bonne 
I lay still and dreamt

We walk across the snow,
The stars can be faint,
The moon can be eating itself out,