Voices whisper to a boy that
Someplace on the edge of the jungle
The game gives chase to the hunter
Somewhere behind the pen door
The bull gores the grinning matador
A boy seeks from the sun to the moon
A place where the lame can run and pigs do croon
A boy dances to the crackling of bombshell
An orchestra of dying breaths and burning fuel
A boy breathes flames with the midnight breeze
He hears tumbling of doors at the mercy of feets
A boy cries for help, from paradise, from hell
From the mouth that hears and the ears that tell
A boy sees betrayal in the suns stare
He gazes sleepless beneath the moons glare
A boy dines oft with death as his mate
Yet hunger plagues his every weary bite
©faheez
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