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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