Stay Stiff
'A real boy?'he muttered behind slim glasses'he wants to be a real boy?' Had he known how the devil triumphedIn votes cast, In voices muffled Or the trials, misfortune: the way life bent you backwards.No boyish joyNo smiling toys Would he still want to becometrue flesh and blood?or remain stiff and woodenGilded in ignorant bliss. To my sweet boy:stay stiff.
This poem is about:
Our world