Protected cruelty knows no limits so let’s make it learn.
No mercy for those who leave helpless bodies to burn.
The mission has failed us and a prayer or chant won’t do –
For every stab you encounter, I will gladly take two.
No space for safety in this place with no sacred codes.
I don’t understand, it must be an upside down Morse.
The message is unforgivably brutal to those who hear –
Out of all the weapons you’ve got, I wouldn’t use fear.
-JW
You’re an oil painting left in a shed to decompose,
The loneliness eating up the corners, pulling at your clothes.
You’re a sunset too bright to photograph for a fool –
The lizards are taking it in but you’re too precious to ridicule.
Your hair is grayer than foggy graves, flowing aimlessly.
Sentiment is a booked club, when I try to check in – no vacancy.
Your suit fits you well but so does the box cutter…
When you hear my knock, you might want to declutter.
Can you feel me entering, can you hear me tripping on steps?
Are you running or this is one of those mornings
Where you so tragically overslept?
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 