Poem: What the Dark Covers

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What the Dark Covers

There are a hundred ways to kill.
Most of them are done in the dark,
no less fatal than the boy with his weapon of war,
they are fatal.

The cruelty of parents, siblings and strangers.
People without ears.
Procedures without hearts.
The acceptance of hate, some of it
disguised as love.
An old man abused in his own home.
A wife battered by a husbands words and lies.
A young child’s body claimed and ravaged
by those they should be able to trust the most.
Madness, untreated.
Legislators in marble halls caught up in politics,
their souls checked at the door.
The wars families fight, uncaring of casualties
as long as it is not their own.
Untreated madness. Unchallenged anger.
Unacknowledged desperation
left to fester.

There are a hundred ways to kill.
Most of them are done in the dark.

About this poem.

This morning, the anger is spilling out a bit. But it’s the truth.

The picture was taken in downtown Athol, Mass.

Tom

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