The Heart Of The Beast----Page 1

Through the saddest eyes I often saw
what was seething beneath the surface of
the inner mind. What emotions could push
through the fragile shell of humanity?
I often wondered what was in the very
nature of the human animal that could
inflict such cruelty yet at the same
time open the doorway to tenderness. It was
as if the human race was engaged in
a contradictory game that had no conclusion
other than to perpetuate itself.
The angels in my mind urged me to grant
existence the benefit of the doubt. The head
of a baby pushing through the labial lips.
A slap brings cries, tears, and proof of breath.
The endless possibilities that come with
intelligent life. The bipedal animal that
learns quickly to adapt and survive. The
game of love in a world that is an
arranged marriage. The copulation that leads
to birth and the beating heart that leads
to death.
The sunflowers thrive and die. The
sunset fights the night and is overcome.
There is hunger, lust, and pride. The
girl drinks the wine and awaits the
first painful penetration. There is the
mystery of love and the justice of death.
An old man stands in the cold awaiting
a change of luck. A woman moans during
coitus. The flowers bloom and hatred
festers beyond the reach of understanding.