Men

men

men

They bury the men, when that time comes,
and it no longer matters how many hours they worked
or the days they spent
in anxious uncertainty

And we never know the fantasy that pursued them
from childhood through to wizened stoop,
the miracle preservative that could break the mirror
and scatter the rats of life.

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