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Poem (from Cate L).

 

My heart is in grief

    Best friend do your worst.

 

Love, what love

 

Complex is the feeling

that sparks

    after a touch.

 

The flow of the river like an echo through my heart

Lift your bow, take a straight arrow, and shoot.

 

 

 

 

Evil is external (from Simone W).

 

Evil is external to itself:  where it is, it is not felt.

It is felt where it is not:  the feeling

of evil is not

 

evil.

Where it is:  the rapist judge;

where it is not:

 

a father,

feeling in his soul

 

the whole weight of force

entitlement

and indifference

 

it stops with him.  It stops him.

No one cares.  To see it is against

human

 

aspiration, ergo he is beaten.

And shunned—

and killed.