Ghost Boy Tales. Pt 1

From the ether the coliseum rose,
each punch and kick landed,
to repeat a violent routine
all he knew, but well practiced
a dance of masculine ideal.
The orchestra sang loudly
to crush out their own fear,
a collective opiate to numbness
a circle of dis-harmony,
safety, hiding in their numbers.
You fell, a long way to fall,
a featherless fledgling
ousted from the safety of the nest
and a crow’s sharp beak
pecked relentlessly at your breast.
I fled, took the sharp pain away
escaped to make you safe
alone, a row boat no oars, adrift,
and me without form, weightless
but still tethered to your chest.
I am not dead,
but I died nonetheless
away from you, my form
my corporeal, blood and bones
a place to sit, feel the sun, call home.
Weightless
formless
longing for the time
you feel me,
tugging
to come home
to lay my head
and rest.
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