Cultivating Mass

Let the peaceful young men work 
their bis and tris.    

                     Let’s not begrudge 
them their beach muscle. 

This is not bitterness. Please, let them 
          never imagine their Clean and Press 

                                 is a casualty raised 
up and over 
            a Humvee’s up-armor. 

Let them never know a body 
            weighs more unconscious 


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