Treasure Island

Bud Taylor

(December 17,1964 / Gimli, Canada)

The Anger in Danger: Damned the boy


Stilled the man in you
led a dark, cruel place
stilled the heart in me
ware the danger
deaf the boy

Trusted the boy, saw the moon together
Butterfly flew away, stilled the man in me
blind the boy

Lost the road
five walked away
scarred the boy

Stilled the man in you
touch the darkness
turned the boy

Ware the boys
Omelas' basement raged
wind bent, torn the gale
deaf the boy, blind the boy
lost the boy

Angel's love, a broken toy
rusted springs, broken bellows,
lost the fellows

Heartless, darkness, tear the wing, use the boy
fly butterfly fly
far away from my killing jar

Found the anger in danger
damned the boy
fly butterfly fly

Submitted: Friday, April 17, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, October 12, 2011

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