No Fight, No Flight

the dichotomy appears,

the fight response or

the flight response

when the real is presented

and the enemy inspires both

even if the victim is presented

with the weapon and the wound 

it creates

and there is no known skeleton key

to interpret such an event

the agent says: take me back then

and bring yourself along for the ride

and maybe, just maybe, I think I'll

see the point you're making, that

I'm being deceived

but this intercessor, this hypothetical

interventionist, is not any kind of 

Emerson or Longfellow, one good

enough to segregate the foe from

the agent

and this intellectual Stockholm Syndrome

inspires an odd kind of fear set or phobics

of tragedy, one where the segregation makes

that part of life not the same, where the provider

despite the parasitic proclivities is the agent's

reason for living, reason for being even

sometimes there is no fight and no flight,

just acceptance of the situation and it will

not be the last one to occur either

Reviews

[Dispersus]

this reminds me of autobiographical writing...the complete knowledge of the foes weaknesses, yet a hesitance to attack..ourselves.......
"phobics of tragedy" ...what a phrase....a minefield (or mind filed) of exploration in and of itself...

very good use of line breaks, Kenneth...I admire that

Peace

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks, Dispersus. That phrase came from a song title by a group called Days of the New. I took the track list from the album with that song and I built a poem around it. Glad you liked it.

[Dispersus]

really? ...shows a well writ piece to me...I mean if I centered on the source phrase...it certainly is a powerful 3 words

[Joiedevivre]

you see, i like ambiguity in poems, it makes them more interesting when you have to piece things together in your mind. I think i understand the social commentary here, but i did have to decipher it slightly. Good work!!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, Joie. This poem was interesting exercise for me.