Care

Whatever pain it is that can only be expressed by killing

Grows like a spore,
travels by the winds
to all reaches of the world.

These infections flare up, heal over,
get forgotten, recur.

The cure is not to contain but to confront and treat,

You don’t take away a weapon and take away the pain
that can only be expressed by killing.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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