In all seriousness I like the boy.
We are just playing, playing…
The controllers of the mountains
probably are concerned,
with murder and incest and bleeding.
I will not take my son for granted
as he climbs out of the mud,
shaking like a bosom wanting hearts.
If a show of shoes was an answer
for an army against the clock
I would know that yes there are just few
that knew my son the way I knew.