Shutting Up The Monster
A Poem
Once, the bald rat was happy and kind.
Five untainted hearts watched him with eyes of love.
Though Chinese whispers painted his head of red rage,
How could we believe it?
He gurgled and hugged like we were all there was.
He said when whispers wound you with words,
The way is always, laugh.
Divert and distract,
Laugh.
You’ll always win the fight.
Ten years with his lawyer of a wife.
Now we are not a family anymore.
A seed of rage fed with lice,
Planted in his mind to devour his heart.
Bald rat fights to tramp necks.
Quench fire with kindness,
And the attacker will seize the weak breach.
Never sleep to slip a pause,
Sting them in the eyes and laugh to impeach.
But blood mocks my bedsheets,
As I pulled my curtains down.
This is a new laugh,
Yet I look to you indebted, empty-handed.
I fight my battles with blood in my eyes,
And feed my seed of rage with mice.
I should cuff my hands away from you,
What the fuck should I do…
