I’ve seen my share of sad men
Down and outs by the bus station
Sharing cigarette butts and sherry,
Clean shaven men in traffic jams
Twisting the dials of their radios
Searching in the static for
Something better, something other.
I have seen men fall from grace
Like meteors they plunged
Into greasy oceans
Tangled in seaweed
They drowned like puppies.
Yes, I have seen my share of sad men,
Men who loved and lied
Men who lived and died
By their swords.
And some went screaming
To their ends and some whimpered
Like cornered foxes
Like scratching cats in cardboard boxes
They fought against their fate
But in the end they knew their worth,
In the end they breathed in deep
And felt the welcome earth
Consume them as it does all men.