GREAT MEN

We live
in the shadow
of greatness
rejoice
in the fall
of great men
taste the dust
rising from ruins
the same
as the dust
of ordinary men.

CONFESSIONAL

Is there anything
that brings
out the best
i know
what brings out
the worst
i'm sorry about myself
i can't be
anyone else.

THE CHILD

I am
what
i was
the child
becomes the man
no wiser
than himself.

SCRAP HEAP

To some
i was
less than human
a used rag
thrown on the scrap heap.

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