i do not believe
my father ever meant
any harm––
he was simply an
alcoholic man in an
alcoholic time
i spent my childhood
examining the trail
of harm left by men
& wondered how i
could avoid becoming
one of them
one time, at cheesequake
creek, my father
pinned me beneath the
water with his foot
on my chest––
i’m sure he meant
no harm
there are such things
as intentional, unintentional,
& selfish harm––
there is no such thing
as rational
rage
sometimes humans
are roused to such
rage that they
want to––
need to––
destroy some
thing––
attack some
one
annoyance becomes frustration––
frustration becomes anger––
anger becomes
rage
rage transforms to
hate
anger has everyday use
in human life––
a reaction to danger––
rage is anger gone
mad–– without
bounds
rage burns–– rage
harms whatever it
touches & wounds
the soul
hate is the festering
scar of rage
ignited by
fear
amerika has gone
mad as hell––
it’s a mountain
falling on its
face
the market was free
to shovel up all
their wealth––
their guns didn’t
protect them
the proud people are
enraged––
they want change
& they don’t
care what they
destroy––
they don’t care
if the forests burn
to cinder––
if the world goes
to war––
if atoms reach
critical mass &
explode––
their heads are
hemorrhaging from
lies–– & wherever
they look–– they see
enemies
they felt that the
world had passed them
by–– so they
summoned a dragon
to punish the world
with fire
& that dragon pushed
Christ under the water
& put its foot
on his chest
the people are
innocent––
they mean no
harm