an act of learning

when i was

a young boy

my father

took me into the city

to see a marching band

he said

"son when

you grow up

will you be

the savior of the broken,

the beaten and the damned"

well one of the trumpet players

stepped on my foot

and i decided to give up on my

dreams of music

and instead pursue a career

in vengeance.

the petty wrong

taught me a lesson

that in the most tender of moments

there is the potential for learning

the depths of evil

that lurk

in the events of the smallest insignificance.