MEN
by Carl I. Fertman
Men sitting together.
Men breathing in the heavy air of desire
Longing to be touched, longing.
Dancing the dance of anger
The dance of despair
Screams of anguish fill the circle
Fill their hearts.
Facing the demons
Telling their stories
And facing their demons again
Hearing what they don't want to hear
Seeing what they have hidden away in the pit of their hearts.
Anger, despair, betrayal, rage.
Lunging forward to secure what is theirs
To hold what they want
Not violence, but peace.
Touching to comfort, to assure.
Men sitting together making a vessel
A space in their hearts for each other
To touch and be touched.
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