Forefathers ...

 

Everyone you love

           Is worse than you think they are.

                      Weaker than you think they are.

Everyone you love

           Hides doubts: sweatboxing

                      That make them hate innocents

                      And songs without consequence

           For years – hateful years

                                 When each one you loved

Threw their sharpest bones in play,

Tucked their ticklish palms away

           in a musty glove

                      Or an underarm

                      For a cold they dreamed or a

           Cut they imagined on a

Sensitive, a warm

Appendage that was

                      Being saved for your soft cheek –

           To protect you, small and weak.

So you love them because ...