The neighbour

Closed fists with nothing in his hands but the dirt under his nails.

He tries to restrain himself yet the eyes betray. The eyes always betray.

Loneliness, fear, confusion, repression: they decay & the rotten fruit grows the mould of aggression.

All living things deserve sympathy in one way or another

but we should not mistake this for permission.

It is September.

The apples will not stay ripe forever.