Boot Camp

As kids do the nasty my thoughts are rolled like yesterday's news
The last log drive into darkness
There is a creature to the right of my spine
He lights up a grin at every breath
Some punishment
A whistle blows
Thrice apart thrice together
Some awkward pitch
Children are growing
It's a crime it's a miracle
Personal effects stolen
We get used to it
we survive
the little man is gone from second sight but
left his color print on the flesh outside my ribs
inside my skin
so what voice do I hear
what vision do I follow
we are together
we deal and deal and fight for food
punch through cobwebs
I think I love this place and these cruel children
So many without shoes but
No matter what it is or what landscape
They make it real