The anger that breaks men into boys
Also turns them back
To men—such violence isn’t easy
Uncle history is forced
To watch
This wretched story
First as tragedy
Then as cataclysm
Nothing can stop it
The men and boys
Have such ill humor
(“Born that way”)
Some escape
But their numbers
Are small
So small
Its like a vaudeville joke—
How small is it?
The good men and boys
Might fill
One railway car
But they always miss the train
Planet of the Blind 