in all of us

there is violence
in all of us.
some primitive urge
to protect
what we think is ours.
to slay the foe,
kill
the beast, surround
ourselves with
walls
and fire.
there is a cave man
in all of us.
lurking
waiting to hear a pin
drop
of betrayal,
a drip
of lies,
a sniff of deception
or deceit, then the blood
rushes,
the muscles tighten,
the chest widens,
red
fills the eyes.