unManned.
the ash face polished his double edged
knife
prehistoric and sharp
ow so sharp!
my mother is singing with the
women
slapping their thighs
screaming about my
courage
as if i could pull apart a
lion
by it's jaws
me
the one tethered to these poles
like a goat
why does that ash face move so slowly...
why is he before my nakedness now
with his stinking ash mouth
white lips covering yellow
teeth
a skein of false hope
that this will not pain
my body
what if that sharp knife
slips
and I am unmanned
of my manhood?