If I could end your pain
I would.
I would laugh at pain.
I would laugh,
and I would laugh until
it became malleable,
and then I would change
pain to death,
and I would be
the death of pain,
and then I would end this
sickening sarcophagus
of solitude,
and I would cry joyous
tears of laughter,
and watch,
and hope,
and lift your weakness
to my bosom, and when I die,
and if there is a God
I will crawl
as I did as a child,
and I shall pull myself
up high,
and stare into the eyes
of the maker of man, and I shall
ask why,
and if there is no answer
then I will laugh
in the face of evil.
I will laugh,
and evil will tremble
with my rage, and my rage
will be the death of evil.
