Paying for PeaceA Poem by CrowleyCan peace be an eternal thing depending on thought process....Crossways, my mind sat bone still, night still, freeze tag still, hiding from the rapist still Yet it careened forward at breakneck speed, concerned about the beheadings Twenty-seven to be exact, one of them an ice cream truck driver, imagine that You broke into my zone and said a penny for your thoughts and punched me in the shoulder I screamed in your face about how a penny wouldn’t even buy an ice cream sandwich wrapper Much less the life of a decapitated Good Humor man, you scurried away distraught, confused I had tried to buy peace last Saturday night with gold coin and whatever sex I could muster But my dalliance stared into my eyes and laughed, whispering in my ear before leaving “Peace is free for those who give away love and understanding for free.” It was good thing, because I had been saving my love and understanding for someone deserving
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