A new name for man

The trouble I have is

For the word called man

I think it should be different

It should be “hole”

For if I see one

I dive in

And try to come out

As being too coal-

Black for it to try

And keep me.

It is without doubt

That the women who read this

Are not all too blind

To see me in daylight

But not as the stars cast

Their long shrine upon me

For I shroud not in evil

But in black of a soul.


COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

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