Regardless of anything you hear
You remain a man
And in your ears you hear the words
We must test you to limits to see how much we must love you
But how many do you know
Who have not bent but broken
are dead with no history
You know the names the moment I said those words to you in this poem
This poem where you have finally heard something you’ve been waiting to know for sure
Now you know poetry is where we keep our secrets
So be a fucking man about it and listen