One Poem by Steven Bruce

 

Brute 

 

Brute talk now. 

Brute not need palace. 

Brute need small forest shelter 

for solitude. 

Brute need little fire 

to chase away cold. 

Brute need meat and greens 

in pantry. 

Brute need water to sup 

and wash undercarriage. 

Brute need gentle friend 

to share moon and wine, 

and talk and not talk. 

Brute not need friend 

to catch war bullet. 

Brute need kindness, 

for us-self. 

Brute need patootie, 

to sit on him. 

And after kiss, kiss, 

thrust, 

Brute need sleep. 

Brute not need horde o’ gold. 

Brute need poem and painting 

and song o’ stream. 

Brute need learn many things. 

Brute need purpose. 

Brute need left alone sometimes 

to quiet mind and lick wounds 

only Brute sees. 

Brute stop talk now.

Steven Bruce is a writer and multiple-award-winning author. His poems and short stories have appeared in numerous international anthologies and magazines. In 2018, he graduated from Teesside University with a master's degree in creative writing. An English expatriate, he now lives and writes full-time in Poland.