Strange things

 
Boys

strange things

rather smash a door down with a hammer

than say please let me in

boys let themselves

just want their own way to win

won’t let it go

make it stop

won’t try - shatter a thousandyearold vase

in a splitsecond of No ! and I !

big child

boys

strange things

run out of words when the blood sings

cry in the dark cave

where no-one ever walks or talks

and no bird calls, and no bell rings

boys

strange things

in each football boot brute a flute

a violin string

boys how I’m wondering

how I’m looking

in best mate of dogs and small boys and big noise,

inventor of gods wiser than themselves

who are to blame

such clever games

such deadly toys

and yea didn’t we walk with them

through the valley of the shadow of our own

disappearance? or death? or eternal damnation?

boys

strange things

we all dwell in the shade of the black wings

come take my hand, we are dancing

come, take my hand we are dancing



Kerry Scuffins