odd talent

attempting to protect
the triumph
of dominance
i fidgeted
and stammered about
the mistreatment of
violence and plague

something odd in the
heart of a woman
that makes us believe
quite possibly a calm voice
could be true love

girl got too close
bringing to frenzy
the kinds
of feelings that
“won’t stick”
but the stuff that attracts us
held firm

left exposed
and nearly destroyed
i wondered about this
odd sort of hierarchy
where a smile could have
greater impact than the
response of the crowd
and make it impossible
to bury the dead