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Eve
Poems
Jun 2019
Netherland
Come with me,
Come with me to netherland
Cried the
Boy
His emerald cap
Shifting ever so
Slightly
To the north
To the star.
Home of adventures
Home of pirates and
Mermaids
Fantasies
Nightmares
Lost
Lost
Boys.
Striped fur and
War paint
But made of
Mud
Not
Blood
Never
Blood
For those
Lost
Lost
Boys.
Come be our mother
Come and love us
They cry
Childish tears
Rolling
Rolling
Rolling
Down those flushed
Children’s cheeks
Coming home with
Scrapes
Grazes
Sniffling at the blood
Hissing at the hurt
But no scars
Never scars for these
Lost
Lost
Boys
Silvery lines just
Rolling
Rolling
Rolling
Of them.
You’ll never get away
We’ll make you pay,
How drunk
Are they?
On that righteousness
Glory
That they will play
Wars with
Men
Monsters
Mermaids
Those
Lost
Lost
Boys.
How far,
Do you think,
Do The waters of netherland run?
Rolling
Rolling
Rolling
Into that
Star-flecked
Ocean.
Deep
Enough for
Little boys to
Drown
Methinks
Deap enough to
Forget
Mothers
Sister
Fathers
Methinks
Deap enough that
Tears?
Tears?
They will be nothing
Methinks
Those
Lost
Lost
Have no idea
How
Truly
Truly
Lost they really
Are.
Those
Lost
Lost
Boys,
Follow her
Those blond
Strands of hair
Drifting
Drifting
Drifting
Ever so
Slightly
South
Back
Home.
Methinks
They will come
Those
Lost
Lost
Boys
Written by
Eve
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