Performed by Val Cole
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Anger of a Kind
Anger of a kind
rests in the contours
of our palms,
inexpressible
Anger of a kind
with clenched fist
demands hearing of
why & wherefores
to this satiated life
Anger of a kind
bleeds from open wounds
& wombs, distended
bellies, machine-gunned children
nerve gassed children, & little girl children
killed by tomahawk missiles
Anger of a kind
wretches at the politicos,
foreign & domestic,
whose wart-healing
short-term gain
infects itself & all
that it touches
with promises & putrescence’s
Anger of a kind cries to a limpid
unconsciousness not
to accept anguish, suffering,
murder, ignorance, nor placation
solely because they have always been
or, because they have always been paid off
Anger of a kind stands
witness for all that come after,
sometimes
having used a tempered edge
for the necessary righteous action
& final will for change,
& that swift bitch–change herself
This anger is kind
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