The Long-haired One
The long-haired man, the trouble-maker in
A pose, yes, always; ever in those clothes
That none of us would wear . . . he has that chin
Held there too strong (as if he could depose
Our ways with just his attitude)
Or much too low (as if humility
Is what a male should do). He won’t delude
With body piercings or make us agree
With his extreme positions just because
They’re open-armed, and certainly he won’t
Convert the bulk of us to soppy laws
Of love and all that hokum. His kind won’t
Care about the normal, give a toss
About it, hanging up there on his cross.