Double Trouble

You do me violence
with weapons
bombs, guns, and missiles
fired in arrogance
tear me to pieces
pierce bodies end to end.
You make me scream
in pain, in fear
You crush me
under churning wheels.
My world you fill
with loss, anguish, anger.
Yet that's not your worst
Your violence digs deeper
to slight, to erase, to belittle
my thoughts
my words
my ways
My being you deny
make me invisible.
That violence
hemorrhages
in silent flow
undercurrent
of dormant volcano.