Literature
Hair
Father razed his head, left home this morning;
didn't say something when they took him away,
but now he's a hero, the kind marching bands sing
in funeral times, for men left in the clay.
Mother razed her head for pride and
honor, it's graved onto the tombstone;
only bodies that embraced the sand
crawl toward this tormented silent throne.
Razed my head, forgot how, why;
figuring what it means, or meant,
a bald person before he dies.