Sunday, December 18, 2016

Who Cares

Who Cares

He threw himself
on me, wanting to drown
who I am, he was sick.
I fought, broke his lip.
Kicked his pride.

I dredged up large pieces 
of hard wood,
tied them together,
hammered & hammered.

Dug a hole as deep
as I could. Buried the logs
upside down, thrashed him violently
demanding he recite: I'm human,
with nothin' of nothin'
but sorrow.
And the swagger
who refutes my claim
better take it easy, or ...

Who cares.
There are no deserts
or Mayan sinkholes
here, only human

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