Poem: Watch

 

Watch

 

a cumulus-cauliflower eye

watches with mizzled logic

as we humans consume-fight-build-argue,

our neck veins a collective python

wrestling with other pythons for flags on hills

and the right to erect monuments.

 

with the calm of philosophers,

the stones and boulders observe us.

idylls of sweetsonging birds,

adept in the last rustles of majestic trees,

they watch us as we continue to fail

to extinguish the fires of our rage,

 

the ceaseless self-inflicted attacks

on those who look like us, voice like us, 

have hearts and souls like us,

and who cry out to unseen righteous gods,

like us,

 

we who we need to destroy, to shoot and hate,

to annihilate with our bare hands, if necessary,

those like us, and use our guns 

and guns and guns,

 

and the grass watches,

and the leaves,

and all that is left

of what is beautiful on this Earth,

they watch in peace, as we destroy 

those who are like us,

because we fear what we are 

more than we accept, 

even less love. 

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8/11/24 eds

"We preferred to keep silent. We are certainly not without guilt/fault, and I ask myself again and again, what would have happened, if in the year 1933 or 1934—there must have been a possibility—14,000 Protestant pastors and all Protestant communities in Germany had defended the truth until their deaths?"