Defeatist

Take your trophy
and discard it for scrap.
Vulnerabilities shrouded
in a metaphoric fog
weaving webs of subtlety and surprise.

Weaknesses cloaked,
cast below the surfaces
of strength and grotesque imagery.
Any qualities
deemed worthy to redeem him
tattered bloody, decorations spattered
in a canvas of fragile men
cowering in the darkness.

Fuck the trophies, fuck honour.
I'm more alive
with innocent blood on my hands.