Where can I begin with such a thing
as the contradiction that is man?
Do I start at the top looking down
or start off disgusted at his feet
walking away from his shameful stand?
Do I concentrate on his highness
or just go with the flow of his might?
Do I check any of my senses
or cede to seeing his basic stance?
Do I substantiate every inch
or recall some of his achievements?
Do I listen to his tactless heart
or try to reverse its course with song?
I never loved you much before
I may love you when it’s called for.
Do I forewarn him, I love you not
or quickly implore him to depart?
Do I test his skin for secret spots
or let my ears discern his design
on anything that should be withdrawn?
Do I think of foolish Romeo
or delve in his bloody dynasty?
What do I do with this hardest wall
from stone to iron to guillotine?
What can I do, my champion of gore?
Hate lasts as long as your mind’s own talk
dispatched directly instead of love.
Poets of truth are the exception.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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