*

We have become

well versed

in the love of enemies…

That’s the long and the short of it!

*

Silent and graceful,

we move,

as automata,

in a pit of vipers…

*

Our frozen lips

trace past moralities

like a catechism…

but their utterance is forever forestalled.

*udras of free-thought

have replaced our religious posturing.

Our musical conscience, our dancing spirit,

Leaps above and beyond the ‘philistine’…