The Greek Boy

The Greek Boy

( PG / V (View Discretion Advised))


I. Thunder, and lighting. By dawn, it passes.
Here is the boy by the trees. He's hunching.
He is not a boy, shaking, and not any Greek boy
on his way to the palestina ground, but
the assembler, the the blacksmith's son.
He's is not dry, he is soaked, logs across
his lap, he is shaking, a hogger or not.
It had rained and had thundered.
What if he turned home, and did not shake,
and was not wet, and did not carry his logs?
What if that which he learned to do with his hands,
he misuses: here, the metal, strike it, strike it
twice, harder, hear that twang. What if those
hands are in his pants--what have he done
with them, the once promising and clean hands
of a blacksmith son?