The Expendable Beings

Behind reticence and confinement,
There is a chemistry that allows hands to heal.
Bonding that brings together more than elements and molecules;
Passion that articulates more than gestures and consultation.

The expendable beings.
They will see who you want them to see.
Wear a Halloween mask on Christmas, and
The resolutions will follow the same.

A man once set out to actualize.
Genuinely, but only in vain.
In syndicate,
He clenched guns to their innocence.
For dignity and reverence, he let the children go.
One by one he fired at will, his damning discretion.
Finally, he showed ambition and ended his own life.

I dispute suffering so, I will heal with my hands.
The touch resonates.
My fingerprints melt away.
Something forgiveness cannot be accountable for.