and the boy ran til he was blue
detaining his hair by his eyelids
boots sticky in the dark red pool
it feels to pull him closer and farther
the boy did not know the time
and this time he did not know the line
the heavy metal in his hands rattled
belched and quaked a little
the steam it let was a sigh of the
last breaths he took in the lie
and the boy saw crooked through and through