The Heart of a Monster
Always wanting to talk
about the heart
of a monster,
I decided to walk with one, talk with one.
We walked through a desert,
through a dust-storm,
I expected a barrage of curse and slang.
He was quiet, an unending calm
while the storm raged and passed away.
I looked at him sideways,
hoping to have a glimpse of his heart.
He said nothing;
fell on his knees and raised his hands,
and cried in a bitterness that felt like love,
the fiercest cry and the bitterest love I ever saw.
Image courtesy 冯晨
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