To be man

This sadness

Inexplicable, closing in

A cloud bank rolling

Down the mountain

Engulfing for no

Reason tears tearing

At me, rending me

Breaking me in two.

What is this? Who?

Which question sits

Core, slowly spinning

In her facets.

What is it

To be a man?

This seems to slowly

Strangle

My voice my

Life my bloodness.

How to be in this

World, much less how

To man it with

Such needs to

Restrain and to temper

Soften hard edge

Be less wild for

Wild is abuse

Wild is abuse, this

Seeps out of the

Air we drink

Water we breathe,

And abuse is men

And men are abuse

When wild, or not,

But especially

Then.

And this is
Nonsense, 

I know,

To argue it

Impossible,

Ultimate Victim

And so there is

The Bind.

To call the

Situation

As it is 

Is to

Concede

You are

No Man.