The little boy in the closet
Attracted million’s of fire
Flies with his flashlight
Waved over a hole in
The wall where they
Could come in big
Droves to see him
Arranged in long neat rows
Their phosphorescence
Illuminated his cell
Locked away and forgotten
About for most of the day
By paranoid parents who
Were so afraid he’d sin
When the authorities finally came
They easily found the closet
As it was seen glowing
Between the wooden slats of his tomb
Finding both eyes still open where
He’d been reading newspaper
Used to cover up the walls
Bathed in soft light from a million fireflies
He was quite a sight and not a single
Man finding him could ever forget
That look on his beautiful face
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