Demonstrated by experimental data--
Look with us.
In a boy's eyes we find:
a stomach's worth of stones and a
smattering of lewd crude
non comprehension in a
pot of crooked teeth and lop-smiled smiles
But not near as awful
Aas the doubt, calculated, flesh picking,
In the mouth of a man.
Take him, look at his bones.
When he was ready, clay to be impressed
They knocked his teeth out.
They gave him claws. They carved
His heart down, with fear's edge,
Carved his brain down. Carved
And gave his death a cock.