BEAST (poem 5-5-78)

There is a brutal beast inside.

I wish it was not there.

Against my will it does reside,

Unwanted, but it doesn’t care.

Behind that fake look of love,

And gentleness that seems so fair,

A hawk descends upon a dove,

And drags the carcass to its lair.

It lurks behind the shadows dark.

It shuns the light of day.

It plots before it makes its mark,

Into the heart of its prey.

It sits alone upon its throne,

In the kingdom of the dove,

And ties a massive marble stone,

Around the neck of Love.

There is a brutal beast inside,

I wish it wasn’t there.

Now I know we must collide,

When I dare to burn its lair.