From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
My anger I define
as righteous indignation
and puff myself
upon a pedestal of power
passing judgment
as becomes one who
as though he’d found the truth
as does a washer woman
who seeks abrasive cleaning agents
then sets about to scrub
until her rage against the dirt
transfigures into prideful satisfaction
of a job well done.