Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Saturday, November 22, 2003

Snap Case

Having stolen the right to even
continue here, having stolen time,
stealing provision, never lift
a finger but to cause more trouble.
You are much too close
to the holidays and memories
of death to assume
forgiveness for this now.
Worse than the vandal
going after family
having missed his target
and taking out pictures
on the wall. Now there is
broken glass at your feet,
deep gash in your knuckles
that you can tend to yourself.
Don't ask if I care how deep
it is, and no, I don't want
to see how it reaches
all the way to the bone.
Did this damage to yourself,
your own worst enemy now,
mine too, with your destruction
of property. Just don't drip
any more on my carpet.

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