Origins of Violence
By Jenny George
There is a hole.
In the hole is everything
people will do
to each other.
The hole goes down and down.
It has many rooms
like graves and like graves
they are all connected.
Roots hang from the dirt
in craggy chandeliers.
It's not clear
where the hole stops
beginning and where
it starts to end.
It's warm and dark down there.
The passages multiply.
There are ballrooms.
There are dead ends.
The air smells of iron and
crushed flowers.
People will do anything.
They will cut the hands off children.
Children will do anything—
In the hole is everything.
Copyright Credit: Jenny George, "Origins of Violence" from The Dream of Reason. Copyright © 2018 by Jenny George. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press, www.coppercanyonpress.org.