These Tears

These Tears

Its oft said men cry no tears

That like silent cars shift gears

And with the softest thump bears

The greatness of the world on his shoulder bears

Lest the world should at him leer

But these tears I cry?

These tears are for no man

They are not tears of men

They are not tears of pain

These tears are mine

Feel the nacsnt abortion ripped from you

Reel as the words tear each morsel

Keel they spirit as its its crushed afoot

Real people, telling things unreal

Roil in fury at the betrayal of trust

I ask not and I give not

My trust be for me to be

For worse it is to have loved and lost

Than it is to have a love lost

But a job is merely is merely but a job

These tears I cry?

I will never cry them again

Not for her or any woman

Not for it or any job

Not for them any colleagues

And not for Him or any dream.

I am a select first born son

I am a survivor of a gun wound

I have looked poverty in the face and stared her down

Knowing what need is, being needy, hating the neediness and all the while doing the needful

I’m not a weaver of dreams

I’m a catcher of them

Casting out a thin fine mesh

Trapping them, netting them, and

Slowly sorting  them with errorless trance

I will take these tears and dry them into crystals

Like the crystals from the tears of a thousand angels

Out of these crystals I will build a diamond jacket that I will vest around my most tender spot.

I will take these tears and replace my aborted heart

Wash it in  the healing salt of these tears

Make it untearable, for when the war is done,

 The heroes lie on the field while the one-legged coward tell the tale.