The smell that lingers
The hidden information 
The shame that it’s covering 
The misunderstanding 
The moment of confused compulsion
The helpless conclusion 
The sad joke
The dismissal of…life 
  -of importance of feeling
  -of specific experience
  -of helpless emotion, reeling
  Like a heel on a small skull, pushing and grinding
  the organization fleeing
  replaced with bewilderment 
  a robbery of anger.
How someone decides you’re more threatening, because you make too much sense, you don’t bow enough, you have thoughts of your own. Dangerous to the establishment and the powers that be.

Duck, duck down. Roll under and hide behind the ferns.
Don’t let them see your heroic chin
Stand still and be cut to size
The kind of scrap that builds monuments to power
That heels all men
with blinders and bits
and ciphers the emotion into channels that bend
back upon themselves. 

All slaves, no matter.
All below you, don’t be fooled,
Always worthwhile as something to break
Or chain, starve or disdain. 

All around us are heroes and role models
seemingly assured
and yet blindly we assume they are 
That they must be immune to self-conscious trickery,
to doubt