Amen
what is it
to be human
to love and to hate
to think you don’t hate anything
or think you know how to love something
to sit in church on Sunday shaking hands
and then on Monday crushing petals underfoot
to tell someone you care about ‘em
and then leave ‘em to drown
and wonder why they don’t come around
to expect more than you’re capable of giving
wanting what you’ll never have
and never realizing what you do
casting judgment without cracking a case
figuring you never make mistakes
becoming everything you detest
and then it’s the holidays
and you gotta put on your face
and make like all is right
in the world
’cause that’s what humans do
they light candles
in the dark
’til the wick runs out
TL