But puncture the skin or fracture the bone
The present pain insists we are mortal
Brother
A hammer to the knees disarms even the unassailable
As you live with every stir and exhalation
You are subject to death
Justify this perfection
Disconnection from humanity
A sentient form of heart and bone
Of warmth and thought
And you still break the body
Judgment has failed in the dominant
Warm flesh beaten cold
A bloodless husk lies one shade from physical death
No justify this perfect disconnection from humanity
All of mankind demands to understand what is in your heart
And how the hands become detached from the mind

Dear mortal
We call you to account for the deeds of savagery
You will answer to the living world
Alas
Not an uttered word
Brother
You are in error
What fires the core
What moves the mind
What enables the man
Cancer in the mind and marrow
An unacceptable disorder of cruel decision and shrewd awareness
The living world is burning to treat the affliction
To rip out the cancer
For dear life
No defense will mend a broken bone
No words are healing bleeding wounds
Let yourself bleed if you are to let blood
Brother
You are in error