Handed Down

His son is weak, he could be gay.

Until he's sure he sees no need

to beat it out. If he should see

a permanence, then he'll be worried

and belt him good for living there

beneath his roof. He should be stone

down to the dick, the rumble and hair.

If he survives, the boy will hone

a better life, no brawn required,

no ignorance instilled by father

who lived so rough and mad with fire,

since he succumbed to an uglier father

who sired his son in circuits of fear

and brunt, with a gender hard to bear.