the beekeeper.

crying and such.

straighten up soldier,
don't let them see you cry.
men don't cry, son,
don't you cry!

they will use those tears as holy water
to dowse your every thought,
your every breath,
your entire life until all of your
unholiness sizzles into nothing but ashes,
and that's all you'll ever be:
ashes.

because a man with no hope
isn't a man at all.
he is succumbed to a dismal, dull existence
in a world with no flavour
no life
and no forgiveness.

so don't allow them that power.
don't allow them to exorcise you with your own tears.

don't allow them to ruin your cathedrals,
your temples,
your coliseum.

don't allow them to set parasites loose in your garden.

don't allow them to eat at the lining of your stomach.

don't allow them to take flame and knife to your ankles.

you can't do that to yourself.
you have to stay strong, boy.
suck in those tears like soda through a straw,
and never,
ever,
let me see them in your eyes again.