For there are men
It is said
That dally dark
And roam in red
And court the heart
With apple eye
And wait to wear
Her Cossack thigh
And when the greed
Of love fulfilled
Has run the course
And named its guild
Flying forth
The might of men
Is to bear it
back again
And trade its crown
For somber leaves
And carry forth
The life it grieves
And tear a hole
Where there was none
And wring a soul
For fun, for fun
And in the shadow
Of his head
The devil stares
And shares his bread
And asks the man
To part the sea
And asks the man
To bend his knee
And while hell
Anoints his head
He whips his dogs
Till they are dead
-Nina Alvarez
Poem of the Month 
What kind of bread?
A Dark Poem this” On Men ” is. Dark indeed.
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