These Boys Have Never Really Grown Into Men

These Boys Have Never Really Grown Into Men

These boys have never really grown into men,
despite their disguises, despite their adult ways,
their sophistication, the camouflage of their kindly smiles.
They are still up to their old tricks,
still at the wing-plucking stage. Only now
their prey answers to women’s names.
And the girls, likewise, despite their disguises,
despite their adult ways, their camouflage of need,
still twist love till its failure seems not of their making.
Something grotesque migrates hourly
between our different needs,
and is in us all like a poison.
How strange I’ve not understood so clearly before
how liars and misers, the cruel and the arrogant
lie down and make love like all the others,
how nothing is ever as expected, nothing is ever as stated.
Behind doors and windows nothing is ever as wanted.
The good have no monopoly on love.
All drink from it. All wear its absence like a shroud.

– Brian Patten

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4 thoughts on “These Boys Have Never Really Grown Into Men

  1. For some reason this reminds me of this one:

    ENTERING THE KINGDOM

    As the boys bones lengthened,
    and his head and heart enlarged,
    his mother one day failed

    to see herself in him.
    He was a man then, radiating
    the innate loneliness of men.

    His expression was ever after
    beyond her. When near sleep
    his features eased towards childhood,

    it was brief.
    She could only squeeze
    his broad shoulder. What could

    she teach him
    of loss, who now inflicted it
    by entering the kingdom

    of his own will?

    MARY KARR

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