The mortality and
morbidity
of women;
the dark red canvas of
millions
of repressed and explosive
men,
painting and living their secret night
terrors,
of drowning at sea.
Would that you could
prove your manhood.
Save your breath if you might whisper,
“But, I’m a good man!”
For a rabid dog preys
on your wife and children and
you can’t see,
won’t look away, from your pleasant
distractions.
Prove your goodness.
Become a warrior of light,
a defender of peace and
beauty.
Your goodness is defined not only by
your actions, but what you allow to
persist.
In your comfortable silence,
you are
complicit.
There is a rabid dog roaming
the quiet streets of your
childhood;
teach it the silence and tranquillity
of eternal
rest.
