When did he become the man
he's come to be?
when did the world become
something to flee from?
Where does this man, the real man
belong?
what does this real man
do wrong?
when did they first neglect him?
Why do they still reject him?
Because he refused to genuflect
before the golden statue
of the impoverished man?
No God
No Son of God
No.
Man
On what shores does the real man stand?
No land, it becomes clear as
time draws near
lost through the grains
flooding through the chipped hour glass
Time, thoughts, Men, pass, alone
they throw their infant words out, orphans
among the battling beaks
of boyish drones
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