silence the boy in the train his face reflected in windows, a young god it's all him multiform his silence that errs my senses his trembling mouth must know the words his restless eyes must have seen what I am looking for

faith the young animal, the body crooked over the handlebars bluejeans, tight around strong legs his soft buttocks each movement forceful the blond boy's head turns around yes, i'm here, faithfully i follow ten, fifteen minutes i'd give you a kingdom ignore red traffic lights not losing you

angry glistening mountains stately tower the bushes whisper peace sun basks a young stranger the poet observes contently gayly the boy whistles, sings, his body smoothly moves, far from all safety he walks the barren fields turbulent clouds gather the terrain roughens grey the poet virulently seeks for words raises evil powers heavy gas escapes earth poison scratches and burns his skin high pitched tones cut deep in the boy's head cruelly the poet watches the boy's cramps and convulsions the body losing shape and silently welcoming death