Creepy kids in crippled streets make drawings
They look like snakes of chalk from skyscraper, helicopter
Passerby
in ties
They are drawing intricate lines from my house
To all of your houses, in fact, connecting everyone
Tired of
being young
They struggle out of overalls and metal hits the street like gunfire
Everyone wakes up and comes to see the hub-bub
Kids found
what now
Did everyone on Earth forget everything together, as a joke?
Is civility hiding in the children of a nuclear era?
Still Ignorance
No Bliss
Sky cracks overhead and rain approvingly pours down
Each child does a rehearsed thunder dance
In circles, squares, decahedrons, remorseful shapes
You and I pause, knives caked from our blood years
When the rain stops, our tears do not wash away the chalk
It only gets clearer and cleaner with years
We set up beautiful barriers at the street ends
In our chokehold we built a towering garden
Reaching up and up to the fifth stories, long forgotten
Brand new published pamphlet reads:
When someone gives you a gift that shines
Cradle it like pumping life
We have been given an unmerited chance
Every night at 8 we all come out to do thunder dances
You are invited
To dance beside a line provided
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