31 December 2013


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 

Admitting you’re soft won’t clear away a 
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