about the hell we make of the world

there is no defence


we forget the Hand that fashioned

this earth


and we forget the Hand that fashioned

each one of us


and why bother addressing what each of us

know or at least suspect


in our minds and hearts? we can justify

no lapses in our attention


but indulge them in selfish despair after all

which sinks us more deeply


into the guilt on us for wrecking every way we could

to heel the hell we make of the world





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