The Needed Man

There are no real men, only needed men

We need a man who is stoic- above all.

Emotion catching in his chest, fueling his coal heart and his workhouse arms.

But the fumes never fouling his stolid jaw

and implacable face.

A monolith, a titan, a refuge.

We need a man with the wisdom to yield.

Primal fuels find an unfettered filter at his larynx.

The breaker of the tear-stained embargo; hopeful, unlikely geyser

of a renaissance release.

A balance, a dreamer, a peacemaker.

We need a man who is steady, and watchful.

Just beyond bias; exacting yet generous;

Who's known well every suffering which drives men

to mercy or spite.

...and has found the better of the two.

A provider, a judge, an absolver.

The needed man is a necessary evil.

A fatal fractal flaw,

an altruistic auto-genocide,

we feed on,

we need.

And I fear we have too few.