memory calls back
the Boy
wandering train tracks
through summer’s death
everything sleeping
but Boy walks on
He is seeking
not hiding
there are stones to be found
spikes to be kept
there is no future
(not yet)
and yesterday
is a million mile away dream
there is no one and nobody
and a smile on Boy
who doesn’t care
the heat is good
it never ends
may it be a place
faithful and there
when needed
one day
in a foggy old age
where Boy still walks the tracks
in the killing heat
Harnessing Chaos 