Big Boys Don’t Cry


A long shuffling step
that brings her closer
to eternal slumbers,
sounds poetic
but I don’t feel grand,
I feel like crying
but big boys don’t cry
do we?

I shoulder the casket,
and ignore the twinge
of a pain
that is not my
shoulder.

She went to bed,
thats all she did
and her husband
held her hand
gently,
lovingly,
having seen much
in marriage.

Only to wake
and feel that shaft
of deepest mourning
thrust into his chest.

Let them gesture
emphatically
moan about the loss!

I will keep still
in my heart
cause big boys don’t cry
do we?

cut my throat
and I bleed
but I cannot cry

I can fight
and I can die
but I cannot cry
why?

kick my ball
against a wall
and strike that pain away
but cry?
not I .

I am expected to be a man
and drink whiskey
in pubs,
slap backsides
on the field,
big boys don’t cry
do we?

God is in his heaven
and I am in my room
but I am not crying
something just got stuck
in my eye

cause big boys,
we never cry,
don’t we?

(written with deep and abiding respect, always)

Bexley

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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