The Modesto Swat Team Waits In Violent Weather - Poem by Steven Federle
Violence is essentially wordless, and it can begin only where thought and rational communication have broken down. Thomas Merton
to darker thoughts
on lavender fields
on lilies, white and life-
In Whispering Woods
his mind snaps.
He fires off rounds
and, wordless, waits
for the ice.
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