[Newspoetry] Powerful

[Clint Popetz]

Are those in power just like me?  

Do they sometimes lay 
in twisted wet sheets 
the rhythmic pulse 
the radiant heat
lulling them to sleep?  

Have they found themselves 
near inexplicable tears 
holding a child?  

Have they knelt and touched 
the hands of the wise
and said goodbye?

The sweetness
The fragility
The warmth

powerful
vulnerable
immediate

What twisted mind
could admit such beauty
then order its destruction?