cruelty, don鈥檛 talk to me about cruelty & what spells raccoon to me
cruelty. don鈥檛 talk to me about cruelty
cruelty. don鈥檛 talk to me about cruelty
or what i am capable of.
when i wanted the roaches dead i wanted them dead
and i killed them. i took a broom to their country
and smashed and sliced without warning
without stopping and i smiled all the time i was doing it.
it was a holocaust of roaches, bodies,
parts of bodies, red all over the ground.
i didn鈥檛 ask their names.
they had no names worth knowing.
now i watch myself whenever i enter a room.
i never know what i might do.
what spells raccoon to me
what spells raccoon to me
spells more than just his
bandit鈥檚 eyes
squinting as his furry woman
hunkers down among the fists
of berries.
oh coon
which gave my grandfather a name
and fed his wife on more than one
occasion
i can no more change my references
than they can theirs.