Model Of A Man

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Short cropped hair and silent pride
Eyes that dart from side to side
Scarred of face and chiselled looks
The stuff of old adventure books
An out of date, hand me down
Model of a man
I wonder what you might be   
Without your worn out toy fatigues  
Can you hold a hardened pose
Without your tiny army clothes?
You’re an out of date, hand me down
Model of a man
Your pull string voice comes calling back
Cover me. We’re under attack
Do not undress me, puny weakling
This is your commander speaking
I’m a brave and dashing, made for action
Model of a man
I ignore your cries, take your boots
Dismiss your cruel jibes of abuse
Determined now to find the truth
As I undo your flies
For all your gadgets and equipment
There seem to be some sadly missing
It must have taken some persistence
Living with this lie
You’re not the only man of action
To feel as if there’s something lacking
There has been a change of fashion
We will understand  
A man is not made of his parts
But what he values in his heart
And out of this, he can carve
A model of a man
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Lucas Howard

When I was seven I started copying poems out of a book and telling people they were mine. When I ran out of good ones to copy, I had to start writing my own. I have been performing and organising nights on the UK spoken word scene now for over seven years and am most of the way through writing the first draft of my first novel 'Zedlist', which is serialised on here. As the story is in fetal form, any critiques or suggestions are most welcome.

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