Brutality crashes

through the deep

green wood

irrespective footfalls

digging trenches where

Morality strives

to span the chasm

of what is

and what should

be.

Brutality swings

to and

fro

looking, ever looking

for:

a victim

an event

a tragedy

an end

Morality starts at

the victim

and

reaches across

chastity and innocence…

announces the

perpetrator…and

it us

it is always

us.

Brutality bends reality

mashes what we know

to fit into

bruised boxes

while

Morality

tries to build

the box that

we

can never

live in.