we read the things
they bid us read,
and on command
we shout, or bleed
and can’t imagine,
not a whit,
the safe back row
on which
they sit
Other People's Feelings
we read the things
they bid us read,
and on command
we shout, or bleed
and can’t imagine,
not a whit,
the safe back row
on which
they sit
a passing note-
upon the being of a pawn:
Hold your position.
take one baby step at a time.
You’re just a pawn
upon the board
of life.
And expendable-