With great
creative cruelty
and odious devotion,
you've bred
what I thought could never be:
reciprocal animosity.
Yes - I want now
to do to you
all
that you have done to me -
to blithely waltz
across your land-mined heart
blasting us apart
as you stupidly bleat,
“despise me /
cultivate consistency
/ predicate this
pillory of pain
while I reclaim the comforting contempt
where I have spent
a lifetime
learning to do first
that which I’ve been taught
ought to be done to me”.