Editors Note: This poem is posted in response to the wars that were instigated by the angry desires for retribution in the aftermath of 9/11. I send special thanks to Mr. Klacsanzky for allowing me to use his poetry in such a political manner. K. T Mitchell.
Anger is a hunger
You eat sand and call it duty.
Walking to the door is harder than deciding
if you are human enough to live.
beneath your feet.
Nicholas Klacsanzky is the author of nine book manuscripts that range from poetry, novels, short stories, and non-fiction. He lives in Shoreline, WA.
Anger is a hunger
that can't stop eating off its plate.
If you want a famine,
get mad at someone.
If you want a famine,
get mad at someone.
The barren life
wakes to the stink of itself.
wakes to the stink of itself.
Walking to the door is harder than deciding
if you are human enough to live.
No need to feel guilty. Just how much
you weigh when you stand on top of a dune
and the dust that is always moving
Nicholas Klacsanzky is the author of nine book manuscripts that range from poetry, novels, short stories, and non-fiction. He lives in Shoreline, WA.
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