Boys in a Pasture (for Winslow Homer)

ten moved on to wives
passels of grand kids

two died in Iraq
two went fairly mad

one became a CEO
two are millionaires

one in jail for murder
one who wed a man

five, divorced, in campers
behind their mothers’ homes

three tanked by every sunset
and sometimes all day long

yet once upon a pasture
a last equality, relinquished

to the July sun and grass
beneath our feet, sunburnt

hunter-gatherers of frogs
and snakes and perch

but only one a prophet
the one who never left 

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