brand new poet, be gentle

[Grace]

Man has a gift unique to only him
his pride, his joy, and hefty skill of hymn. ( "hefty skill of hymn" - not sure what this means)
May a man called civil be acquit,
by glove of king his hand cruelly fit.

For mans' ego should surely have no bounds  (? ? Hmph!)
contested by no species he's yet found.
wherefore his modesty damned by brothers,
man must believe he outgrows his mother.

Perhaps we will be forever throned,
our lives a pause among this grand empire.
By our just doom we evermore postpone,
our corpse addage to one vicious pyre.

My country's home company to the stars
In my life confined, stole safe so far

Hi, thanks for posting this. Is the title of the poem "brand new poet, be gentle"?  If not (!), then I'm thinking (as a reader) "this needs a title". It would help clarify for me what the poem is about.

I've read the poem aloud a few times. I think it helps to do that and listen for the rhythm and how it flows or doesn't flow.  For example, if you listen to the first stanza, the last line "by glove of king his hand cruelly fit" feels like too many syllables between hand and fit.

The poem speaks of king, country, grand empires and funeral pyres. I was looking for some golden nuggets
of eternal wisdom.  I stumbled a bit on lines I couldn't make sense of e.g the last one, "in my life confined, stole safe so far".

I don't know if this has been gentle, but I enjoyed the read . :-)  Grace