all humans

all humans

you, my dear playmate, are no better

than others.  if the deer come to feed

from your hand, it is but a moment. cruelty

is on the order of the day, humankind has

been at it forever.  there have been ovens

and other infernos, but it is the slow and

almost imperceptible destruction that is

preferred.  you can almost pretend

it is nothing, a slip up, a deferred

pleasure, a temporary scare, even a stream

 of toxins that runs clear by the time it hits

 your side of the river.    we don´t speak

the same language.  everything you say

comes upside down or in quotations, except

one phrase:  all monsters are human.  

the patient animals wait on, they hover

for feed and respite