Current Events: A Poem
It may be the browness
leaness of his (their) face. Flower
of earth & fruit
of many wombs.
Spirit, I saw longing. I understand
and mankind the same way—
there are miracles
between the guilts.
Familiarity is difficult today.
I will respond
even if we don’t understand
each other. See violence
for us and our future good? Constant
it is always propaganda. We can no longer
look away from the brutality
fed as merely facts.
This is my point of view, observed
reality. We are aware
of the martyrdom within hope. I tell myself:
never change. But this longing
I mentioned sometimes
looks less like death and more like