Boys’ Game

Pinned against the rail like a traitor

The other boys laugh at their game

Making like men do with slaughter, only smaller

The weakest one (gentle lamb) smiles through his rage, indignant, haughty

The leader sweats, engorged with his image of self in absolute god-like domination

The omegas leer, blood-drunk, for the sacrifice redeems, lifts them to immortality

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