Golden Boy
Pauline Arroyo
Have fallen from
Every balcony
Overlooking clumps of golden marionettes,
Arms grasping
The tassels of your shoes as you
Snap through their strings
And melt
Between their toes.
You have
Finished watching the shadows
Scraping against the walls,
And turned to your roots,
Absorbing your blood,
And pumping it
Out in front of you,
Rowing back to sterile white rooms and
Violin strings bound around a melody
Are Captain.
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