For Violence

It was probably correct to confuse and sit

rather than push and produce effort

There was a way, now shut

that was open. Sit and wonder.

Rationalise the web of informed opinion

Put out gentle reminders of violence.

Be the quiet one who sits and watches.

Adjusting the eigen again, gently.

With subtle hand gestures.

Another blasted shell, another mans perfect Hell,

a chance to teeter on the lip,

a chance to drink deep or sip.

Never feeling the perfect way, and you say.

Tighter. Lighter. My Fighter.