He Drinks

He drinks,
he drinks to remove
the cloak of scars
the tangled embitterment
he wears as his mantle

He drinks to remove
the layer upon layer
of history’s injustice
to find the skin below
still red

He drinks because
he no longer paints his face
with the finger of nature

He drinks to the legacy
the legacy of misery

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