As long as he don’t break bones by Cath Campbell

As long as he don’t break bones
climbing to depths, big man,
he can do whatever he like,
for the law, male-made for millennia,
protects no woman and no child
from his presumption of right.

Gaslighted from cradle to grave
she will carry burst eardrums,
black eyes, contusions, of course,
rape, murder of flesh and mind,
as long as it don’t break bones
and there’s no evidence of force.

It’s a frozen unspoken, and relentless,
this doing, this doing because he can,
and too late once it’s set in.
One cruel day of casual brutality
teaches this important reality;
for her, safety is relative and fleeting

..

On hearing of the recent change in the law regarding domestic violence in Russia.

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