• as if the world had called for a new reason to have lightning
    in the evening or bullet holes on broadway, you showed up
    unexpectedly.

    rage surfaced like drowning earthworms,
    as i remembered what i was once told
    by the fox:

    "anything essential is invisible to the eyes,
    it's only with the heart that you can see clearly"

    and as i recognized you, my heart would rather have withered
    in dry heat than be seen with you.

    but you spoke.

    the fox said nothing about hearing what was right.

    the world i had built of flesh and stone became a trinket,
    personal decisions and soundness of mind
    gave way to animal magnetism;
    quivering before the stability of your iron-clad
    insisting that you be forgiven.

    and when the enemy has your holy book held hostage,
    what more is there to do but submit?