We have become
in the love of enemies…
That’s the long and the short of it!
Silent and graceful,
in a pit of vipers…
Our frozen lips
trace past moralities
like a catechism…
but their utterance is forever forestalled.
The mudras of free-thought
have replaced our religious posturing.
Our musical conscience, our dancing spirit,
Leaps above and beyond the ‘philistine’…