We call it: “catastrophe,” as if — it is different.
A child nursed of negligence.
Yes, it is not ours —
It is different.
It must be different.
It cannot be our doing.
Yet every second of a minute —
every hour of every day —
We are nursing this event.
Nurturing —
as you have for ages.
Yes, it is you —
It is your fault.
It must be your fault.
It cannot be my doing.
Yet it is We —
all of us together
under one sun,
one moon,
one future.
One far-off future. . . .
Yes, this is a mild threat —
It is.
It must be.
It cannot control us.
Yet we pass the point of no return—
Commit to this curse.
Posted in response to the challenge My Plea.
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I love how the words move across the page----literally.
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