We glisten underneath the marbled rays
of sunshine-scattered currents pushing us,
together synced in a unique display,
emboldened by the drive to coalesce.
For bound are we into a vibrant one,
that amplifies what’s hidden deep within
and razes self, no longer mothers’ sons.
Displays of gall and might today begin.

But in a sly, macabre plot, I fear.
Today, tomorrow, swarmed from right and left,
Escape, I wish. I’m told to persevere.
The taunts, the lies perform a nimble theft
of heart, of spirit, essence–I’m adrift.
Oh, Poke me till I bleed: a twisted gift.