Mars

I am the definitive man,
natural in every sense
besides my lack of desire
to be unnatural.
what makes a man?
stubbornness,
devotion
to disgracefulness,
pride
and the crucial choice
between isolation
and powerlessness;
alone in your head
or a slave to those
who cannot
even see you.

Fast away
my sword intact and strapped
I am the only one in this world
but it is my world
and whilst
you push contentedness upon me
I choose the way of madness
only desiring one other
with which to spend my days.
As lost as I get
I can imagine myself
eventually losing track
and eventually forgetting
just what a human being
might look like.
I raise my weapon
and take to the plains.
Whispering through the grass
like an apparition
through the afterlife.

Men are monsters you say
I say these monsters aren’t men.
There are no real men you say
I say that as you see it
I am not a man
for the same reason I feel real.

I’ve made my choice
a compromise
the worst of both worlds.
I will be powerless and alone
for the sake of my identity.
I will drink my poison
and raise my weapon.

Mars

Hunter Shippey

Silver Spring, United States

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