Maybe not in those heated moments of duty,
when they tense to their hips, hand on sword, eyes set like unseeing stone. That’s when the training conditioning really kicks in & that devil of the past speaks strait past the brain in short, guttural sentences.
They have no ears; they have no eyes
but feeling always remains, & memory’s tendrils grow more verdant in space.
When something is missing, they will go looking — where was that peace? What were those neighborly words? How do I speak more kindly? Are there any good people left?
Then into space, the lonely soul goes wandering, and, tired of tension, can set aside that constant. Relief.
I absorb no disproportionate toxin but pass it through to one more pure than I — this is the principle of diffusion.
What was hetero becomes homogeneous — the double-x centurion, the cat-fighting couple, the shrill “bitch” paradoxes multiply as transmutation reaches its zenith — like the stretch
The skin has shrunk; there will be tears
before there is healing.