Sunset Kin

I worship the kids that are alright
with eyes like light-brights
cutting holes into your walls at first dawn
like stars cut through the dark with their brawn
muscled bright with rays of pumped iron
lifting the sleepless from their bed like a house fire
running down the streets with boots on
throwing rocks at you from your front lawn
the rocks land on the floor of your bedroom
wide eyed you stare stiff as the shadows loom
but you worship the kids that are alright
showing up like restless candlelight
flicking through the town like old magazines
dialing up the pace of a running frenzy
escapades through tunnels of a living train
running fire through it as it starts to rain
never shaving or bathing or caring at all
just lighting a match through your brain as they call
the spark starts to burn down the leg to your feet
and you catch them moving down the sun warmed streets
you can't catch them, you know, their so damned fast
with their pants legs sawed off and calves of burnished brass
they race towards the fields where the grass is long
and gracefully weave with a flag and a song
a path towards the trees where the fires lick
at the boughs of trees made of needles and sticks
these kids that I worship make signs in the air
and breathe smoke out their nostrils in a sinking trail
their bodies are fierce and made of smooth stone
and the voices boom freely through our shaking bones
my legs are aching and my body is cold
the faces in the firelight look shadowed and old
drawn out in grisly expressions of love and hate
this scene would be diminished if I tried to recreate
the way they stared into the evening dim
over the smoke in their eyes making a transparent film
and did squint and suck in their mouths with distaste
at foreigners like us from a civilized place
then one stepped forward with a mellow aura
walking around the fire we could see she was wrapped in flora
flowers flowed out of her dirty locks
and her garments were an assortment of leaves and rocks
she breathed into our ear the life that we could now have
behind our eyes her words did calve
an iceburg from the glacier of our civilized world
a future life, unhasseled, unworried dripped into our souls
pumping in the heat, the vision she made worked like a fire bellow
at the spark from the match that had originally caught our brains
and made them run after these wild spirits through the pain
these alright kids are my kin now
worshipping them would be close to sin now
we are all gods upon the rocky ground
and through the yards and fields we do bound
now I throw the rocks that land upon your floor
and with heavy feet you roll out the door
to follow us down the darkened streets
to dance with flushed faces around the fire to pounding beats
and join a world you had no part of
until we wrenched your bitter soul from a civilized world.