Schadenfreude
That wind so wild can cause those wooden limbs
to shake from side to side as though to slap a face.
It is worth watching through your window
feeling the weird warmth within, while witnessing
another's violence, as viewing a movie.
How vain do you feel inside
seeing the outside wind and rain?
Have you watched a ring fight,
heard the punches with leathern fists
on a face that takes chastisement
that you and your fellows cannot feel
on your own flesh, without or within?
Have you seen or known of the past
of rockets, guns, arrows, swords, spears, pain, death,
been sheltered by your country, your land, your home,
felt warmed, protected, on your flesh, in your core?
And how did your ancestors watch and hear
an agonising burning at the stake or crucifixion?
How unworldly is that hideous view
that can of course, from such a small distance,
generate a weird warmth within.
(April 2022)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2022
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