A council of priests
A naked boy in the street
A murder of crows
Why did you do that?
They may ask, no one really caring –
To run away, he would reply to
No one really listening
From what.
A party of desperation
An orgy of blame
Who did what –
And who’s is the fault.
The boy still running
Naked, in the woods
No one bothers
to give him a sweater
or call an ambulance.