Some boys is fluttering in the head.
It is a cruel they run among.
It is one boy who name is Song.
He name his knife Gods Paw.


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A creek he sat disturbing fish.
Fish lardy, blind, he petted fish.
He pet disease in the low parts,
where live was maggoty sludge.


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Peering from behind the school,
rubbing suede from a warm thing,
what calm his words was, cooed to it.
Lost mother to remember Song.


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Gods Paw were ever warm with Song.
He’d want for trees at night, thinking of.
He bled out trees at night, did Song.
He bleated like the dead he’d hung.