Crystal shields
Dot the horizon
Painted bones
And rabbit holes,
Little do they care
For Little boy
In pinstriped suit
Who walks in the marigolds

Scatter golden beads
Of metals that dig
And claw their way in
Quickly fix to fear from chagrin
A gesture of emotion
With a golden bead
To silence those who speak

A beauteous day
As hundreds of moths
In suits of cream, beryl, and vermillion
With glinting trophies
Live in sickly, ashen dream
Tumbling with each wave of the sky
In its pattern of haze and clarity
Little boy
In pinstriped suit
Hears them fall

Bronze light
Breaks its chains
And rips into the world
For all with eyes to see

So little boy
In pinstriped suit
Is to see whom he had sought
Beneath the marigolds
One of too many men with golden beads
Strung too deep through their silvery hair