Tuesday, 16 August 2011

Poem # 16 Truth

Truth

A little truth comes
at the dawning of each day.
A little truth comes
at the closing of each day.
This morning in the shower,
I had a thought,
cruelty springs from weakness,
but how does that explain
a duck ripped open
from the head to the shoulder
by a fox,
or a tsunami
that kills children,
one thousand or more.

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