***

He’s far from stupid:

Alien to those
Who live
Outside the bubble;
Misunderstood.

Your bayonets
Speared him through–
Slit his dreams
From sternum to pubis–
Wide open
To rot.

He lives in secluded avoidance,
Removed from your
Tunnel-vision
Judgment
Slash
Damnation.

These wounds,
You created,
Whether intentional
(Passive)
Or malicious
(Subversive).

Mental process
Separates compassion
From cruelty.

Apology accepted.
Now get the hell off my lawn.

***
“Crotchety”
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