Hatred
is wanting
to hurt
and its fulfillment
dancing
on someone’s grave.
Because the insult was grave,
I must repay hatred with hatred,
abandon all pleasure: the dancing,
the flirting, the wallowing wantings
of every day. How drab their fulfillment
Category terrorism
Going to Work
The leaves are sodden they’ll take
months to become useful again.
I bagged them today
in a world so warm
I used my fingers to rake
the grass clear of their wet colours.
I imagine them… Continue reading Going to Work