Last day of November 2012

Once more he tries
how braves he tries
to strip
the clothes of soldier, robot, slave,
he forgived the facsists long ago
but they never let him go, they
took first the whispers of reassurance
the belt and shoes at the celldoor
stuck this arms with invisible tattoos, and the pause
between each hearbeat they took,
so he's always forgiving utill he can't forgive, forgive becomes just another word
he carries within him soldier in love with death,
the robot that could never speak for himself
while the old slave wears new clothes, illfitted
pointless clothes that no-one but a slave would wear.
And so forgot to try, try just another dirty word.