A Poem

P.O.E.

The problem of evil is what to do with it.
If you could manage to capture it, then what do you do?
Do you seal it away and bury it in a safe?
Pay someone to keep an eye on it
On the other side of the County line?
Do you hunt for more?
Do you take a nap, drift and float in the breeze of
A cool fan? Close your eyes.
Ignore the pacing feet at the door.
Shine a light and look, watch how it runs.
Hope that it runs.
The problem of evil is confronting it.
To touch it is to lose.
Dirty men without shirts walking bold
Begging for a reason to be free, to attack.
Scaring soft girls. Hungry.
It’s a problem.