The Boys of Summer

a poem

It was the beach lit by Klieg spots.

The road was clear

With every parking line

Besmirched one the march step to the Rhine

The sand seems out of reach.

The summer sun lowers by credits,

4 - 3 - 2 - 1.

But I can see you,

Your muzzle loaded

and the safety off,

ready to erase,

my presence from the earth,

When the boys of summer have gone.

I remember

how you made me scream,

The brushing of the nurse

the fumbling with the syringe,

and then that empty look

inside the eyes.

Requiescat in pace:

In nomine Patris

et Filii

et Spiritus Sancti.