Thursday, June 21, 2012


And what good use are you
When your daunting size hardly frightens them
When your splendor
Fails to teach them to be beautiful
What good are you?
When you hide in your thicketed curves
Such perfidious nerves
What good are you?
When you harbor no gods
That would have saved this little boy’s fragile life
Did you have him here resting quietly like a dead leaf?
With his member removed
A shock of horror waiting to be seen
By their water marked eyes
A tender exercise for their heavy hearts

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