perhaps it is good
Perhaps it is good to have evil above
Instead of a dull sixty watt glow that shines
False light and lulls into poison sleep
Perhaps it is good to be afraid
To have a wide-pupiled vigilance
With nostril flared and hair erect
Perhaps it is good to encounter threat
To be tossed out of the arm chair
And into the broken, splintered universe
In need of glue
Perhaps fear is good
To clump us together to unite
To become a school of fish flashing
Back and forth
To shoulder the weak or the targets
The widows or the orphans
Perhaps it is good to hold a grudge
Perhaps it is good to be torn
Perhaps it is good to be hated
Or perhaps I am just looking for one
Bite of sweet citrus in a rotten tangerine