Wednesday, December 7, 2011


How could that little body grow up so hard?
I watched him as he trained
and I saw it when he changed
with visions of order
marching cleanly through his mind.
I finally asked him, Why aren't you afraid?
Why don't you worry over you like I do?
When he stood, his small frame towered over me.
Why should I be afraid? he asked.
I'm so ordinary.  They won't notice me.

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