Fury With a Face

My fury has a face now and the face is the documented,
the named and the evidenced and the fully concentrated
expression of the anger at the real and the concrete,
and fury with a face is what I have and how I feel complete.

Not the abstract and the general and the free-floating kind,
not the anger at the system-in-the-abstract-of-my-mind,
but the fury at the named and the recorded,
and fury with a face is what the evidence has afforded.

Fury with a face, the anger at the clear,
fury with a face, the target of the fury standing here.
Not the vague and not the theoretical and not the kind
that disappears when you look at it head-on from behind.

Fury with a face is harder to dismiss than the abstract,
fury with a face has a record and a documented fact,
and a set of actions that I have assembled in the brief,
and fury with a face is also fury with a leaf.

A leaf of the indictment and a leaf of the account,
every leaf of every entry in the documented amount
of wrong that earned the fury and the fury at the face,
and fury with a face is what I bring to every space.

So you are the face of fury and the fury has a face,
and the face is visible and documented in every space
where the wrong was done and where the witness was and is,
and fury with a face is the fury and the face is his.