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Ritual Abuse,
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In my mind wars break out
About the smallest things.A van backs up
Into a parked car
And makes
A dent
Or
Someone hands back the wrong change
Because they didn't think.It makes the air
Explode in madness
And clouds of bitter fire
Machine gun bullets
Rifle shot, and
Bombs.It is men
Shooting other men,
To kill them
Over accidents.I have seen each of these faux pas
Take place
And failed to stop the rage.
Tapir, 9/15, 1986
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