The Children of Nature

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Swollen trains bear them in:
the Children of Nature.
Slackers left slumbering.

Boys ogle desperately
female flesh –
stops come sporadically.

Dreams, clear at daybreak
start to sink –
drowning in train shakes.

Last thing at night
the Children of Nature
plan the Great Fight;

solid and resistant then
valuing freedom –
tired minds wondering;

red eyes wandering
round potential troops
uniform in suits

slowly shut the world out
and the welcome dark
changes things about:

No more war.
Children of Nature
children evermore.



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