The Question

What if
you allowed yourself
to be a fist
in the presence of
your enemies?  Not to
raise a fist, but to be one:

carry your whole being
in a ball and
resist the blows while you hold tight
to yourself?  And when
the conflict is over,
with no memory of violence
against another:  the fist
you were is gone,

you’re an open hand again.

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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