where do you come from
bursting with exuberance
stomping your flat feet to
scare my gentle smiling
dog? who do you go home
to at night who taught you
that cruelty is the way? you
may not realize that I see
you behind your barbed-wire
fence eyes flat laughter
fierce it is not hard to imagine
that you are afraid and
that I embody the demons
who frighten you to the
marrow of your unmarred
bones I admire your courage
how your very walk spits
in the face of all that is evil
and against you and I would
risk my life for you if you were
in danger because you are
my own heart because I too am
scared and sad and frustrated
by our perverse attraction to
rattling doom and the scorched
Earth we will bequeath you
and those who will come later
and even so I would like to know
who encouraged a sweet child
to grow into the kind of man
who purposely stomps his feet
to scare my gentle smiling dog?
(c) 2017 by Hannah Six
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