Not that plaintiveness of calves dejected
calls yet echoing and ringing just as clear,
sounds you could not hear & feel no pain,
not need to aid or comfort & relieve, hurt
sincere that winnows in despair too deep
to be denied - and you have tried - admit
it honestly, you lied acclaiming you don’t
empathise with tenets it implied
deep unending sympathy you sensed as
somehow less than manly when its tears
offend the spectre of a harder man; & yet
you comprehend a choice was never but
a chance throw of the dice of acumen
© 9 December 2013, I. D. Carswell
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