Violent exhalations too strong for sighs
Unintentional communication

The joy of birth-giving
The pleasure of fingers torn
On the recalcitrant strings

The sun off the river’s ripples burns the eyes
As the speeding dinghy slaps each little swell

Delight not only harbors torment
But requires it as an axle a wheel

Conflict conflict Yeats cried out
Waving the decorative katana
Insensible of the genocide he would endorse

Nobody knows the cost
Nobody calculates profit and loss
Does the driver consider the drive-train warranty

Wedding feast and recognition
Blind frenzied encounter with the hideous truth