Iron
Sweet
red iron
Flowing From
Knuckles Opened
On a cinder block
Wall Revenge
Enacted Trough
an idiotic Touch
A whim fist
To a stone
Instead Of
a face A bat
To a tree
Regret
Released
In faith
The cracks would reveal
Would let go
Let flow
Through metal
The
Anger
In my
Hands
In my mind
In the
Tree
In the
Stone
What good?
Did it do?