Poem 2: four minute mercy

I saw a spider, white-tail
Looked him in the eye
Imagined dreadful poison
If it bit
I took a scrap and heavy thing
Silenced my empty empathy
And slammed
With all the vengeance of my future-not-to-be


2 thoughts on “Poem 2: four minute mercy

  1. Ouch! Fantastic! Love ’empty empathy’. Empty Empathy sat on a wall, Empty Empathy dispassionately watched all the kings horses and all the kings men go by before getting down and going home.

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