In my brother I see:

In my brother I see,
softness, (like woven silk held to the face)
sweetness, (like the sweet suckle from a ripe mango)
tenderness, (like the way a mother holds her newborn)
In my brother I see,
softness, (evolving into calcified indifference)
sweetness, (sucked dry by a ravenous world)
tenderness, (beaten out of him because that is no way to be a man)

|And I told God, ‘Kulich’ is becoming a man|

Artwork by Jules de Balincourt, "Itinerant Ones"