Warrior Hearts and Wild Boys
The cavern,
the maw,
the death
the claw
envelop
devour
posses
consume
there is no hope
for hearts
left too soon.
Mist
and crashing
thunder
tribulation
a mouth
swallows
in gluttonous
gulps
pounding
pounding
pounding
and innocent hearts
warrior hearts
fresh hearts
pure hearts
boy hearts
one skips
one stops
all break.
Everything breaks.
Maybe this is the comfort
we don’t know we have
because we’ve been
taught out of it.
The love of young men
warrior hearts
wild boys.
Warrior hearts.
Wild boys.
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