Man Up

By Leena Taylor


I give him a pitying glance

He is so pathetic with his bruised eyes

I don’t understand why he won’t man up

Here it comes again 1,2,3 three ribs

He gasps for breath and stands still

His eyes open and close like doors

He is so still I could forget

He was alive

I could forget he was human

Here it comes again

This time a shove to the chest

He falls like pieces of glass

I can hear him shatter

I’ll walk by his corpse again today as I did yesterday

And I’ll say the same thing I always say

Man up