4 Boys Poem by Pierre Rausch

Honored foxes and pleasant by the gay house
Rustic fields as happy as heart is long
Under rabid clouds as new daylight
The distinction of coyote and hyena
In all useful turning so few and such morning songs
In front the children, green and golden
Rhinoceros are you happy, are you drawn?
In the sun born, born over and over
And wishes raised house high hay
In all useful turning so few and such golden songs
Run headless ways, wishes raced house high hay
In all useful turning so few and such silver songs
In front the children green and golden, are you drawn
And if you hope we can stay together to the end
A genius is all I can do for you, do we both have to drown?
Shuttles taught wide off cellophane cloud
Gradient enigma, south-carton, Dakota-south
Granulate of Sudoku in Princeton, Eaton
Eyesore stanching, the sore bread eaten
What I'd consider as ghost of England; evasive
Swollen cheeks, the lucky paws, barefoot, persuasive
It wasn't simple food, aunt's first electroencephalogram
To attest the bleeding blasphemy of a bomb;
Do you believe in elves, if you do, then light a candle, and
every candle will be worth an elf
When the babies began to laugh, they laughed so much it
burst into thousand pieces
And out the pieces got born the elves
Her light grew weaker, her light grew weaker
These 4 boys, that never grew up, that's Never land