Among the wild boys grows A flower of contempt They trample with silver boots They lick with green tongues
There is no relief among the wild boys There is no cooling off Except on summer's cool rocks At night, out by the river
The wild boys feed On the greyroom's nectar On sperm and oranges Peels lie scattered All over the city streets
The wild boys hide In veiled, damp tenement rooms They sit naked on the cement floor In the ashes of Vondrel Park In the dirt of empty places Where you lie exhausted, drained
The wild boys will nurse you With spit and with dust And with sweat And with heat With bones