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.