Thursday, September 24, 2009

I am almost assured

I am almost assured
that the wail in the distance
is my own child,
and that my grandmother's brothers
stood in the rubble

of a war they understood

Everything that happened
was and is seemingly avoidable
except for the conversion,
of some form of cosmic fuel
to some form of cosmic power.

Which we do not abet
when we think we do,
and do when we don't,
not because our mechanisms
are corrupt,

but because the mandate
of righteousness
requires an invisible
magnetic core
of endless, unbelievable,
evil, fertile


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