Be a Man

I am a fly on the wall of a house Where the windows are always broken I am a pause in a storm on a dark stair Whenever your name is spoken Be a man about this Be the coward or the kiss Be a man about this Somewhere there is salt In the air of a season That touches the hem Of an island so northern Some air is knitting a day for a woman Whose eyes are upon the horizon Be a man about this Be the boredom or the bliss Be a man about this Be the number or the name Be the picture or the frame Be the shoulder or the shame Be the moth or be her flame I am the birth of a dawn through a curtain The hurt of a dawn through a curtain Be a man about this Be a man about this Be a man about this Be a man about this