Taking a Stand

Cave troll as corporate bully

To Back A Bully Down

Fists flew every day, pants tugged down. He’d insist

on taking the chance to use some tease-name, tongue

just hard and dumb. He’d entrance the hallways like rust,

still there, crusted on the pipes. To kill

him, that thrust in all of us, the sin

of rage that touches us, we must love

first; fear, lust, admit our worst.

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