Some boys are lucky.
Some boys are not.
Some boys are made to pare the kindness
from their bones,
smoke the sweetness
from their skin,
fillet themselves, inspect the flesh for weakness
excise all waste, all softness,
because these things are parasites
to be evicted.
Some boys are unlucky,
are remade in the image of their father,
their father's father
a whole line of men, butchered
and amputated of soft.
If you see these boys, be kind.
Be wary too.
Some boys will devour you.
But if you meet one of the gentler ones,
tell them to be better for themselves
and more importantly still, their sons.