how do you ride a bull
in these days of dying virtues?
When every boy is taught to be a girl,
and every girl is forgotten
in her sexuality.
A day
when we no longer make any noise,
a day of peace.
A day
when the structures around us
squeeze us into a shapeless form.
We are building men
who acquiesce to all,
tongues tied to every dime
they will ever make.
Bullfighters
inside a ring,
timidly holding their white cape,
reasoning with the beast.