Boys gone wilding in the night
have torn these branches down.
Beat each other bloody with the splintered ends.
Beat their girls, their lovers and their children.
Broken bones, bruises, contusions, lacerations, punctures,
abrasions. Branches litter the breakwater.
Leaves surf the waves. The lake is churning
this morning, waters muddy.
2 responses so far ↓
1 rea // Aug 24, 2013 at 7:21 am
beautiful tone, tetman. i noticed “boys gone wilding”.
2 Tetman Callis // Aug 24, 2013 at 7:34 am
thank you, rea
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