Seth’s World View

Too late, I say, for hate
give love to those outside
who need what I comprise
unknowning the cause around
easier to shield my eyes than hear
and feel, broken faces
and loud groaning, of those who
gave in to no hope, and live
long to see the grave, delivered
by the brother across the street
who seeks to fill his need
by taking the wrist watch
of another’s time
As I quietly meditate on the noise
around me, beneath the half moon night

May 1, 2001
Alexandria, VA