Stoned

His mentor is a disgraced

judge who used sex threats

to terrify and silence women.

He joins a trumped up parade of good 

men all accused 

of forcing and degrading

cruel humiliation

as if they sprang from Zeus’

mouth instead of their mother’s

vagina.  And maybe they all

shared a cesarean birth —

the psychologists ponder,

but right now the finches

are fluttering and chittering wildly

as if to say the goad is

the element of emptiness 

behind those cold dead eyes

feelings numbed by alcohol

and greed, an incessant

addiction to more and more

of what will never satiate

or even finger the dread

and the longing, deep holes

the smart men fill

faster and faster, a firehose

spewing the inner judgments 

they are incapable of making, 

so this fierce

unrelenting projection and the

taking,

clutching, 

grabbing by the

places most tender, the utterly

vulnerable violation they will forget

and deny, scrambling up that lonely

crumbling hill with the wolves

at their feet and the basilisk

already the victor, leaning

against the heart of stone.

Inspired by: Mentor, Element, Smart

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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