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 —
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”