Boy! Look!

Boy! Look!
I’ve trapped the sun
Inside the shells
Of your silly pockets

The ship has run cold
Where’s my kerchief
Boy! Look!
What matters?

Branded arms,
Leaking ink
Here is where we met
Boy! Look!

Tasting metal
Boy! Look!
Is it blood?
The clouds are unclear

Mindless rut
Coarse skins
Ungentle hopes
Boy! Did you look?

Towards comfort
I’ve no eyes, no heart -
Dear Boy; look, feel
And tell me storiesĀ 

(Source: artreture)