Bring a man to his knees why don’t you,
until his savage is all timid,
and his temperament livid,
and he can’t fight you with his vulnerability,
or console you with bloodied fists.
One way or the other,
you’re going to smother,
with your blatant honesty,
try as I may,
to perch, or even impale,
my grief, is better suited to flight.