Man:Kind

By Devon Phaneuf 1.11.2018

A numerological sonnet

(11 lines, 11 syllables per line, 101 words, AABBCCCDDEE)

All that you see laid out before you (and me),

Is not trickery, no act of forgery.

Rest assured: my efforts I make not lightly.

In this world, men remain who live politely.

You will find my intent is far beyond kind.

From my mind: you’ve only just exposed the rind.

An axe you must grind to get the fruit behind.

With me as your guide (as one in whom you confide),

A path can be lit for that which you have tried.

Despite the creatures whose hearts are much maligned,

I give you fire raging yet quite benign.