the world looked at him
sideways
edged past quickly to give
him space
to their eyes, he seemed rather
weird
a thing to be shunned rather
than feared
he did not fit neatly into
their plans
conceived carefully or crafted
by chance
he did not know how to follow
their rules
(sired as he was perhaps by
fools?)
everything about him seemed
so wrong
(what was right was he did
not belong)
why, even the tide fought
him at first swim
and in life, only a handful
understood him
yet his great glorious
strength did stem
that of the handful – he was
one of them.
ram cobain
