Posted January 29, 2013 by Wayne Gilbert Myers
foolish, foolish people, frightened people,
frightened by the war, frightened by the times,
frightened by the stranger with the dusty coat.
ready to run if he should get too close, ready to shout for help, ready
to look away if he should look in their direction, ready to flee his eyes
and their guileless humanity.
by imperceptible movements, minute adjustments and interminable
periods of immobility the heart of man slips it's leash and jumps
the neighbors fence to kill his rabbits.
and the blood brings with it a rush of horror stretching back a million goddam
years and then the neighbors throat (itself) is in our jaws and then his wives throat and
before the day is done we've seized his children, made them prostitutes and
we parade them across his front-yard in dirty diapers or make them sit on the hood
of the broke-down family car with snot all over their faces or at the kitchen
table while mom pours beer in their Cornflakes and for a niggling moment
his blood is in our bellies and our hands are up his daughters skirt and we're
not afraid of anything.
god set the stars in their places to teach man about the emptiness between the stars
and the sun he placed so that man would fear the night but the moon,
who knows why the moon is so deathly pale or where it goes
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