The secret people hide
is their bareness
This cripple would cover his limp
with a swagger – but it is no secret
He keeps his password
to a buried gift
He wraps a blemish
but reveals his butt
What angel made him wise
about the exact station
of his slipping pants?
A vale of shadow under his belt
the untouched slope of his buttock?
His head beneath a baseball cap
he offers himself to the first comer:
anointed prophet of delivery