Intolerance
On the mantle,
Dogs, parents, the past…
Ground into a fine powder
Plant a tree with it
Show it tours of your home
Let women who infiltrate the cavern know the history.
I could be anything
I chose this,
To make you aware that you aren’t aware
Reconciliation is not an alternative
This is the sweetest fruit from the most thoughtless of trees
Ask your local produce person
“Where did you set such a ripe piece-“
With a hand to their heart they’ll say the truism of all truisms
“He knows his harvest, he knows his crop, you are the idolator just eating what he bore.”
I didn’t tell them to say it
Just one of those intellectual so and so’s
Who got it right,
For once.