Everyone on these streets
wants to be a blade
the men who slit throats
have time on their side,
what use a shotgun
against twelve cleavers?
Grace and humility
unwrapped Christmas gifts
at the foundation of tree,
and yet, they still wonder
Why santa is such a cunt?
Tears fall like Elvis tears
yet to know you have loved
and been loved…
This has anger and sadness at what people have fallen for.
Thanks Fia. To be totally candid, it’s a bloody awful bit of poetry.
damn. No sharp instruments for you. Yet your pen is cutting!
They only let me eat with a spoon – no knives or forks in sight. Knife crime is off the scale over here and it’s utterly depressing. Teenage gangs. This poem just doesn’t convey what I really wished to convey / articulate and the xmas metaphor doesn’t work.
many times when we write out an idea, it goes into a totally different direction, etc, than we imagined. It doesn’t mean it is less. It just shows that we are multi-faceted thinkers.