Among the Wild Boys - Rome

Among the wild boys grows

A flower of contempt

They trample with silver boots

They lick with green tongues

There is no relief among the wild boys

There is no cooling off

Except on summer’s cool rocks

At night, out by the river

The wild boys feed

On the greyroom’s nectar

On sperm and oranges

Peels lie scattered

All over the city streets

The wild boys hide

In veiled, damp tenement rooms

They sit naked on the cement floor

In the ashes of Vondrel Park

In the dirt of empty places

Where you lie exhausted, drained

The wild boys will nurse you

With spit and with dust

And with sweat

And with heat

With bones