poem for h

[cremains]

if only those years were men
men with shitty haircuts
men with teeth like overnight tea
men who dribble their words like mefagrim ashkenazim

if only those years were men
men who sued their brides for failing to be virgins
men with dozing bats in the chambers of their hearts
men who burn all 36 neighbourhood trashcans in a fit of rage

if those years were men
I would take up my sword, or more likely a beer bottle,
and slice them from skin to marrow
for stealing so much from you

why did they have to be time
why did they have to be already gone