Letter To the Ethics Editor
How do you feel about anger?
Does it feel good
like other passions?
Is it a friendly device
like a sharpened axe
to shape the hardwood?
Can one be
forgiven for it?
When I hold
anger in my mind's hand,
I cut through ropes,
jam smooth
uneven walls.
It vibrates hard
like a rifle butt.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2012
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