Peace

The boys meander finding places to hide,
Coming together at nighttime near the bonfires
That cast shadows on ruined buildings.

No school, no work, distant families
They come together out of loneliness.
They are young enough to feel
The lifeblood of heaven
And sensitive enough to feel
The sting of submerged hells.

They live on the crust of hell
Still able to rejoice in the sky.
They do not look much beyond
Food and shelter and friendships.

These boys, growing into manhood,
Need to find their places of love.
When home is a wilderness on the edges of a city
And there is little structure and purpose to each day,
The yearning continues to build
For the peace of good love and good work,
The double helix of happiness.