man hooded masquerade
a museum erected out of paper-mâché stone,
blue cotton candied walls hung thick and long
with rooms full of master’s Egos copied Cats
cut and paste
plantation’s hegemony
onto trace paper canvas young guns born too brown for they britches
pen-in to kindergarten’s cage
where boys are convinced, this calculus —how one body
relates to another— that disturbs all the peace is the same as learning
their one two threes evidence contrary to belief
our boys learn fast
science must be, I guess? a hyper masculine story
washed brains don’t rinse so simple
in and out of class
the curriculum writes itself soft boys die hard
hot head & class clown grow contagious;
broad shoulders & differential equations
caliber inches into glocks every where we look
Our highest dimensions
Learn their limits
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