The Lost Boys

the lost boys danced,
danced with their feet.
beat a path in the dirt
they needed no music
only the dull thud
of naked feet on bare soil.
their pitter patter
became thunder
as boys turned to men
round and round
they spun in wide circles
dancing for the harvest
for the gods
their thunder
became a pitter patter
as men grow old
and soon silence followed.

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