Maybe we don’t really know enough.
Maybe all the anger
that oozes out of our corporeal canisters
stems only from the pinhole-visions of wrongfulness
that we have had access to.
Maybe our emotions are overweight
our words, obese
and our swords, overdrawn.
Maybe our trespasses are not as
or worthy of attention.
Maybe our demons are abridged versions
of the real ones.
that means there is
so much more need of this anger,
so much need, of more of this anger.