Picture Of Him

Another poem written, in the wee hours, this morn.

How do I

Explain this

To you?

These pictures

Before you

In your hands

Are a lie.

Documenting

A life

Betrayed

By love ones.

Only existing

As legalized fiction

In government

And personal records.

Deserving

A traitor's fate

Death

By a firing squad.

As the flames

Greedily consume

All of my male photos

Into a cloud of ash.

Author's Note

In the past 8 years, I have only 1 photo of myself, that I have kept, beyond the ones, required by the government, for legal id and my health card.