unManned.

the ash face polished his double edged

knife

prehistoric and sharp

ow so sharp!

my mother is singing with the

women

slapping their thighs

screaming about my 

courage

as if i could pull apart a 

lion

by it's jaws

me

the one tethered to these poles 

like a goat

why does that ash face move so slowly...

why is he before my nakedness now

with his stinking ash mouth

white lips covering yellow

teeth 

a skein of false hope

that this will not pain

my body

what if that sharp knife

slips

and I am unmanned 

of my manhood?