conversation with the NSB*
there he stood,
shaking his head sadly
a bull was he,
his tusks curved mightily,
but NOT too far back.
they are the animal,
most resembling humans.
if they allow the tusks to grow unimpeded, they would finally grow curved backward,
until they pierce the skull.
NSB, NSB, why must it thus be?
why can't we move onward,
or at least be preemptive.
but the NSB, grunting and snorting,
will admonish,
he will say that the tusks grow backwards.
but their lethal trajectory,
is not a 'fullgrown conclusion' (his words).
all it takes is a little care,
some involvment,
wear , attenuate, abraid, and break.
until you one day see clear once again,
its refreshing though painful,
'take a beam from your eye,
thou hypocrite'
says he.
he sees my trajectory,
and the curved tusks, set in their way.
*North Sulawesi Babirusa