The Ramshackle Boys

10-29-10

All those ramshackle boys forgotten in their time

Place and circumstance never remember the lost ones

They walk on the darkest side of the stark moonless dawn

The tomb raiders, vandals, the great harbingers of crime

Their guilt is not the product of any conviction

The mistakes of youth and the regrets that come with age

Weighing upon their wayward souls like rusted iron

The cuffs on the wrists of where their lives went wrong

Their story a warning, not a prediction

Many have walked the same path but never strayed

Crossing at the corners, stopping at red lights

Records pure as when they were brought into life

Their lives the most perfect sunset ever drawn

Brilliant shine and a blinding reflection

Such a sight the rest can only imagine

Teetering as cruel fate waits to reclaim them

Like the soil rising to bring their ashes home