being defective
Defective … that is the thought. Finding the words to put on the page is hard
But how was a boy to get by?
So often a help was required but there was none to be found.
So not knowing he is left to suppose he is less.
No knowledge of things that a boy ought to know
Only of things found in secrets, which leave behind welts
Or arousing curiosities which turn his heart black
Why is this one left alone with the shame?
Should it not be shared?
The fear that drives can’t allow that
Fear of the shame, fear of the yelling, fear most of all of the pain
No the secret is his at whatever cost
It seems in any economy
The surest bet.
But how was a boy to get by?
So often a help was required but there was none to be found.
So not knowing he is left to suppose he is less.
No knowledge of things that a boy ought to know
Only of things found in secrets, which leave behind welts
Or arousing curiosities which turn his heart black
Why is this one left alone with the shame?
Should it not be shared?
The fear that drives can’t allow that
Fear of the shame, fear of the yelling, fear most of all of the pain
No the secret is his at whatever cost
It seems in any economy
The surest bet.
