i know what men do to each other
how they tear their brothers in two, snarling like wolves bared teeth and barred hearts (ribcage, after all) rolling in the muck and crying murder murder murder and betrayal and going home alone crying at night behind a bottle fingers wrapped around the neck as though it might be a lover someone to love them for once something we've never had before you get in our heads you need to understand how angry we are that before we were taught to walk we were taught how to run how to kill your neighbour how the sounds of the bombs are just the sounds of people trying to live a little longer.