Torn Treaty

When the defence is disregarded

And all instinct pertaining to self-

Preservation is vanquished, the

Anguish of anger and anxiety

Can be disassembled more

Expeditiously, allowing a rare rage

To emerge, converging on the

Adversary in one maniacal moment

Of perfect passion and magnificent

Murder.  Come in peace and leave

In pieces.  I know where I shall

Bury the proverbial hatchet…


3 thoughts on “Torn Treaty

  1. Not sure why, but I love the ‘form’ of this poem.

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