Looking somewhat
Like yourself,
Seeing animal cruelty
As wounds on ourselves,
Who couldn’t see culpability?
Don’t our skins drip
With Sci-fied mayhem?

In looking somewhat
Like myself,
Fleeing mental cruelty,
Like a crutch, in myself.
Who can’t see my culpability?
Doesn’t my minded-skin
Disgust my mayhem-self?

Looking always
Like someone else,
Me-ing same animal cruelty,
Like a sword, on myself.
Who won’t see past culpability?
Can’t our skins skip
Selfish mayhem?

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/24/07