Sam

Written by: Earle Brown

Sam, 
A man, 
A good man
Is now tainted
We judge by the shallow sketches painted;

 In the crimson, pallid, and cobalt dream,
The devil scheme,
A mean plan.
God bless …
Sam   

Male, 
A sex, 
A pretext.
Man is a lie.
Behind closed doors great heroes often cry.