Some Days
       

with this bayonet,
I can cut your throat, can
disarticulate your body
from your head.

Some days, though, I can cut
a dandelion's stem to place
its yellow flower head
into my daughter's hair.

My days are never balanced.

Some days I am for violence:
Some days, for beauty.

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Copyright © 2018 Christopher P. Collins All rights reserved
from My American Night
University of Georgia Press
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