The Brute

Can it be true
Is this what a man is
What is a man
What is it to be a man?
Belly forward,
Smart jacket,
Out the scowling door.
Son scuttling behind.
Son young enough still,
Young enough to briefly pause.
Time enough
At least,
To help his mother on with her cardigan.
This moment of weakness
My hope for his future
Strength.
He followed his dad.
She swallowing her Grinding pain.
She wincing,
She taking it
Bearing it.
Sucking it up
Grimace after Grimace.
With small shuffling
Agonizing steps
Followed out.
Out the A&E door
Off into the night.
Would it be too much to expect more kindness?
A surfeit of kindness.
God but for a bit of kindness.

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