I Know That Gaze

To the man with a thousand promises

and the crooked cock

that bends like the bowing

branch of a palm tree:

Is it your anatomy

that makes you spineless?

So that you would hit a child

when he touches your soul,

and blame him?

You shame him.

Who did what to you

way back when?

Who harmed you

and told you

you deserved it?

Who made their problems, their pains

someone else’s fault?

Some woman’s fault.

And did your father

leer at young women too?

Did he think they wanted him?

Did he assume he was invited?

How big was his need?

Yes, the crooked cock made the man,

but not the one you think.

And I wonder if you can

be someone greater than

your ordinary man.