12 October 2008

at last understanding

this is where meaning yields to hard desire
for more of what nobody truly needs
the shady outcomes of unwanted deeds
drugs bought from the old street-corner supplier
swift-acting poison for this case is dire
and no good remedy ever succeeds
instead we turn to all the aging creeds
and preach old words to the devoted choir
in places where they sing all has turned mute
on days like this we face a deeper rage
than any seen by you there is no balm
that soothes us now the pain is absolute
and letters burn in anger on the page
it is too late to ask the folk for calm

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