I wonder if it is his broken and bound arm Or the ephemerality of his being, In this darkened bar of interchangeable faces Which makes him seem vulnerable Amid those playing at being men’s men –coarse jokes, soured draught, sexual violence– He speaks with a poet’s passion Soft strong words a summer zephyr Through haze […]


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