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In my family, old men raise old men;
Chippy Irish sprouts who would hug a
Mountain lion before their own dad,
And punch a flower just for wilting
In their direction.
Once my father tried,
And I bit his toes with my heel;
I was relieved to be thrown away.
But that's how it is for boys born
On a leap year, and those who come
Home to their mom coddling a knife
Where you once buried your face.
Here's hoping the night makes you mad,
and the guilt doesn't haunt you for long;
Your first mask will be cruelty.
The moonshine in the fridge will help
Kill and peel the skin; you need to
Hide the bruises, and learn to execute
A proper jab, nothing more.
Maybe you'll cry your first tear while
Your son is by your side for the last time;
Maybe he will raise a boy.
Chippy Irish sprouts who would hug a
Mountain lion before their own dad,
And punch a flower just for wilting
In their direction.
Once my father tried,
And I bit his toes with my heel;
I was relieved to be thrown away.
But that's how it is for boys born
On a leap year, and those who come
Home to their mom coddling a knife
Where you once buried your face.
Here's hoping the night makes you mad,
and the guilt doesn't haunt you for long;
Your first mask will be cruelty.
The moonshine in the fridge will help
Kill and peel the skin; you need to
Hide the bruises, and learn to execute
A proper jab, nothing more.
Maybe you'll cry your first tear while
Your son is by your side for the last time;
Maybe he will raise a boy.
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Chokes all the hope right out of her
The sun has set. The sky's grown dark
And love has flown away from her
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That ties one soul to another
That severed cord tells everything
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Her eyes scream what her throat cannot
Dreams lie shattered inside her heart
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Nor hide the fact love can depart
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Old men raising old men, but maybe one day, your son will raise a boy instead.
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Powerful piece. This line sums it all up to me:
Your first mask will be cruelty.
Your first mask will be cruelty.