while this man leads his son
into the woods
then beats him to death

buries him then drives
back home

waits for the sound
of fists on his door

small gift given to a starving dog

or my son
who wants to ride a bus
or a train or
a plane

who can't decide
which toy he wants to bring
to the sitter's
on tuesday morning

you want proof that i can
still recognize
the small beautiful things in life
and this is it

the mistake we all make
is in confusing anger
with blindness

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