Waterfall

What is it about anger
You punched him in the mouth once
But you did it again
And again
You think your fist locking
With his jaw will find you relief
But you just want more
And more
It’s the primal man in you
The primal man wants blood
The primal man wants to swim in it

You dig into his flesh
Looking for answers
But you never find them
There are no answers there
But you keep looking
Before you know it
You’ll hospitalize one man
And kill another
And the blood just keeps pumping
Never-ending
It spreads across the floor
Until it reaches the drain
And thus, a waterfall
Un-sluiced
Continuing a blood-flow
Which has remained
Since the origin of man

But you can end it
You can cut it off at the source
You can rip the world to the dark ages
But you’ll still want more
Or you can stop now
And thirst anyway
But you can deny
The source of the futility
Of human endeavor

The primal man will always want blood
The primal man will always want more of
That which he is allowed enough