Revelation

i consumed the jabs

at my demeanor, because

i knew no other way

~

now others risk

self-worth to wash their hands

or take a piss?

~

it ends, humiliation in all forms,

or hell begins.

___

© Ben Ditmars 2017

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Photograph by Kim Stapf

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Solar Radii

I’ve spent time measuring
a volume of kind words,
aggression spilled on
pavement equivalent the
mass of ugliness.

he didn’t stand a chance as
bullets clashed with liters of
intolerance and hit between
the solar radius of three
young hearts.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf

Read her blog here.

Echoes of Laughter

“it’s all accumulation and the aftermath,”
she says as I would question her
about the failing earth and
giants unaware that they
are sinking every day –

we share what’s left
of predetermination as
the echoes of her laughter
warm my heart.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf

Read her blog here.

Composed of Crying

I have often wondered what tears look like
underneath a microscope, until I saw
how tears of grief were not glass shards,
those of hope did not skip like stones
or dance as I imagined tears of laughter,
flowing past a nonexistent bridge
composed of crying for the souls
we can’t replace.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf

Read her blog here.