Crouch - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Crouch

Breathe in, for it will be a while
Before you can do it again.
Guard against marauding
Chimeras salivating for your soul.
Defensive posture, ready to
Strike at the smallest provocation
If need be (and there always is).
Don’t let them take anything from
You, crouch, crouch.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer