We look down into the void,
Its yawning indifference to the weight
Placed on both sides, barely aware,
How close to the edge we all are.
Appalled. Too afraid to let go.
And fall into what had been forgotten.
The world seems such a small place.
That, or its lights shine brightly.
And those at the front are left to burn.
She’d left such pretty things on display
And a note to explain that she may
Be gone for awhile, perhaps a day.
As if by chance a wish appears,
The dance of promise and relief
For those who pay their way and wait
In solitude for years, and brief
It floats from fingers tightly sewn
And swift with absent thought is blown.
The wolves are given a day in the sun
They smell blood and egg the other on:
Circumstance or masquerade
Bound to emerge or stay safe in shade?
Now that we know what we’ve always known
And hear what we always heard
And see what we always saw,
Can we stand where we always stood?
Learn how to occupy less space.
Gorge on oil rich pickings, well traveled.
Or devour glossy puss forking Pandora’s bowl of junk
Smile, you’re on rented time and place.
Man’s inhumanity to man
Framed in the gallery
Slammed in the back.
The inhumanity of wealth
The inhumanity of hunger
Staring at each other across a marble floor of indifference, where
For now, we walk in awe.
there is such noise in the world
and much silence
inside those lonely minds
say it’s alright
i see what she sees
hear what he hears
say what they say
but sometimes, often,
there’s no need