The Conflicted

First the black bag,

then the white cloth,

then I am the final layer

so low to the Earth.

First, it was the last day

and then the final word

big picture:

why that way

why always so far from your world?

Here a long life of interrogating

I’ve tried not to gut other people

involved like the black bag

it is not about hiding,

in fact, the void makes visible

if you are apt to look.

If you are too sad to watch needless taking,

worry about sharing.

Accept sharing and how we are sharing

and if all there is

is dirt

how we will all be sharing that.

How do we extend

our hands with it

until we are prostrate

levitating to infinity

forgetting how haunted

we have made the world

for getting reductive.

I have been forced to pick teams,

now I won’t.

I pick words instead

Words should make things easier

to understand

to feel

to act

to remember

at some point

words become real.

So if you have othered people with your words, one day you are other. What we had that we wanted we can have again.

I am confident that war and violence can’t be part of it because we have to choose between now and then.

…this is the point of some points:

One more bomb, and it isn’t about them and us, it is about a future that we are choosing to let no one know.