Making of the Hero

In hopes of reconciliation Many times I bore recriminations For my rights For silly things No matter how much esteemed In the craftiness of perverted selves Though they pummeled me Have never made me groan As much as the lost of friendship For which I sacrificed sense And counterarguments In vain Against the stereotype Of male despondency, Against the hero's making In the contradiction of his morality. The strong man Cannot break the silk web of mothers' dream We the rotten corpse on fields of war The great actors in stages Of hunters' economics or the gatherers' politics We the promulgators of great laws Have only transformed a scripted memory Written with mothers' tongue And the facade of lamb's innocency. So the strong man flutters With the fragility of a butterfly Caught against the image of the fruit. Do you know what that means for fathers, What it means for husbands and sons What it means for boys Bruised and bleeding but cannot cry I loved that heroic picture still The strong man carrying the world alone But O what culture induced lie Made us suffer so When we are only pitiful flesh with a prop of bone? We compare gifts on father's day Christmas, and anniversaries And smile that we are always left behind And in silence Take the status of lovers as rewards. I have drones Emasculated in embrace And know Only scorpions and salmons Make the same sacrifice Some say for children Some say for genes perpetuity It matters not the reasons The lover is a special hero And all his life From battle front to cross Make him such an other centered Pin cushion Always needling for reconciliation Sewing atonement to his heart The perfect fabric of the sinner And I for this, in this tradition Bears the vilification For the fruit of good intention.