from For Now

21. for the men

Out of the belly of the whale,
Out of wrestling with the angel,
Out of the smallness of the child

Out of failure, grey and a broken flask
Out of the womb of your wounded heart
Returned to the nothing it seemed you were
Comes a man you barely recognize

Whose face is more your own than it has ever been
As he comes over you, no longer as a mood
But a knowing - and it is him you turned
Away from, refusing to surrender
Even as you balk to name him; who else ?
But as yourself now
and why ?

Because he is a king.


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