Misanthrope

I am a battering ram of ill intention
I am a wounded person

I was wounded while very young
I have made it my life’s mission —

First, subconsciously,
Later, with rigor —

To wound others in return
family, friends, strangers, humanity…

Even in oblivious moments
The wound loop is running in my head

I suggest you give me wide berth
For I will find some way to hurt you.

“We are strolling in our Sunday rags.
We are tipping our hats to the Great Nothing…”

— Charles Simic / “Back at the Chicken Shack”