Nothing is unmentionable.
Silence can hide as well as reveal.
Anger can last a long, long time:
More than a table-turning moment.
It comes like a wave far out at sea
And by the time it arrives
It can swallow a city;
Like a whale emerging from the deep,
To engulf a thousand herrings.
It can begin like a quiet fart
In the heart of a sleeping volcano,
A rumble, a crack, a hiss
Which breaks the crust
Allowing a river to emerge and run
Red Hot and raging down the side,
Black at the edges sweeping away
Everything.
Maybe anger can build a house
For someone who is homeless:
Bright flower of justice emerging
From a flattened landscape.
Maybe anger can lead to safety:
New ideas and policies to keep safe
Creatures of all kinds teetering
On the edge, calling them back.
Maybe anger can forge a peace
From the devastation of war,
Provide the energy to bring together
The hopeless, maimed and fearful ones.
Maybe anger can be a new route to faith,
When the old worn way has become too broad
And the self interest of insiders too indifferent,
Maybe anger can rip the door off its hinges.

I am angry
Kylie eleison