When Hate Walks In


When love walks in the room…


when hate rises from the cluttered culvert…

No attention served.

Least of all, never as notable as a, piercing, raven’s coo.  

That touches every last nerve.

Only human, after all,

When pleading…

we have had no hand to the inhuman awl.


When fiendish fences,

our neighbor’s install.

How happy am I?

Daily meditation…

sedation without medication.

Careless, carefree,

earthbound warrior…

Willing to act up.

But invariably,

with hesitation.






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