A MAN FULL OF RAGE IS NOT EMPTY

Red coat 
Red kettle

I wrote this poem to be read on stage

in my quietest voice

I have imagined every word filling

the room 

My image is a violent thing,

that I cannot help 

As a child I wanted to kill everything

but lacked the creativity

I’ve discovered in my own voice 

brutal white wings 

You’ll forgive me if I used your blood to write these words