iron gazes

I envy them their certainty,
flagwavers, these fistshakers
these declarers

I envy them their
ends of the earth, and their
answers, and their robust outrage

When the dust settles,
I envy them their eagle-eyed perception
of shapes, their voluble determination
of measures

I crave their incisive focus, and their tireless

I lust after the peacefulness of their rage

I long for the chaos on which they
casting iron gazes over
what must be done

I wish I knew how it felt to look
always asking,
how could you?
and never
how can we?


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s