a poem in lower case

first voice history 

beyond the scope of corners
a man is standing there
a wink and a grin he renders
and a most diabolical of stares
as if i wasn't there no
as if i wasn't there

ignore me noble master
do not see my bones
when leather reaches skin
i know i am alone in
breathing all that is foul
this is the fate of bones
that are always alone
the all-knowing of
loneliness and being
alone since my family
you have stolen
you have left me alone
like a black-headed gull
blown free from eastern home
this distant shore a marvel
the cruelty of loss
when gobbled by a market
bent on a growth at
human cost of skin
and bones so alone
i am
ever alone
i die alone

second voice modern

it is such a manly thing to do
to prey on those
less hirsute than you
and lie about it as you do
with statues and statutes
that is what you do but no
it will not erase what the
eye can see on her skin yes
on her skin her mother's rape
is evident for all our eyes
to see her is the monument
of our country's wealth the
eye does not lie when it
chooses to see not like
the mouth how it never
ceases to justify that which
cannot hold when justice
rises beneath the light
shine on little light oh little
light shine on and tell
the truth erase the lies
erase the lies all the lies
erase them