An Illustration of Humanity

Some men sweat into eggshells and throw living

Toys to prove to the other boys they're good enough,

And other men play in the dirt so long their

Hands swell up into cooked Christmas hams to be had.

Some men read lies on wax paper and talk to a box

That looks like a bottle but sounds like a till,

And other men glisten and gleam in the sun for 

Everyone to see but not speak a word to for fear of infection.

Some men carry nothing and bring it nowhere but strain

Through the skin as if their muscles were bare,

And other men carry their own cures to others who

Devour and admire the so little flesh on their bones.

Some men suck whiskey and sit in the dark, feeding

Their children with bottles of ink,

And other men die without reading a word, and right

Now I'd give anything to know what they think.