Negativity

I wield the negative knife
Not from a dearth of delight,
But to remove the leeches
We give to ourselves and each other.

Origen whacked off his balls
In the heat of a religious mistake;
And I have seen genuine joy
Surrounding a terminal hate.

Angst? or merely self-expression magnified?

I do not understand the questions. This too brief poem explores what is negative about how we treat others and ourselves. Origen mutilated himself by believing that the harm he did to his body would lead to heightened religious experiences. The “genuine joy” was experienced in the late nineteenth century when folks made a picnic out of a hanging. I was in the crowd witnessing a neighborhood fire, when someone in the crowd yelled out, “Why don’t you bring a lunch.” The crowd mentality in century 21 still disguises a terminal hate, which is fear internalized.