Not a Man
Tell me
I'm not a man.
Up against this
charred forest,
compelled along
its path.
Handed these levers,
these weights, these
high-stakes appraisals.
Delivered this beaten,
broken mired work,
these floundering hopes.
Living with my chiseled
consequences
and
fast turn-around
confrontations.
Captured in someone's climate
of conquest.
Clad in this breathless
armor of control,
a frenzy of packaged
identity
like someone's remedies
for whom I am.
Tell me
I'm not a man
along this tree-lined
midnight.
Lift this metal suit
that I may find my
way back.
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