Much yet needs mending that has been broken
And much needs to be discarded that is broken and
Cannot or will not be repaired
Such things can still injure
Feet can catch in holes where
Structures that should support have
Fallen away
Hands can be cut upon
Ragged edges unattended
And there remain many who will seek to do harm
Who will seek to elevate themselves by
Cutting others down like trees and
Standing upon the scaffolds built from that lumber
Grinning
Perhaps
As they place the noose
Thinking it the ribbon of a medal
Some honor
I can hope to see such coming and
Harden my bark against the bite
Blunt the blade that would else sink deeply
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