though we imagine
(with delight, to be honest)
you picking up a whip
and using it in that moment,
maybe it was that simple
withering look of disappointment
(like my mother often had)
that got the folks to pack up
and skedaddle.
though we hear
(with delight, to be honest)
your loud, angry voice
piling umbrage upon all
those knuckleheads in that place,
maybe it was simply
the crack in your voice
as it broke, while staring
around at the desecration
that made them back away.
(c) 2023 Thom M. Shuman
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