two mirrors facing each other: an interpretation

Editor John Sweet, poetry 0 Comments

the moment when
you find out how useless
you really are

when you realize that
you will never save anyone

a sunday afternoon
possibly
with your wife and children asleep
and late winter snow falling from
a tarnished silver sky

a war somewhere
which is nothing new

dead babies and suicide bombers
and all of the reasons
you should support the killing

all of the poets who
want you to join their causes

to sign their petitions and
praise their hollow words and
christ
it’ll take more than a river
full of corpses to stop the bills
from arriving

listen

nothing you own has
any value

nothing you touch will
retain any warmth

even faith in these
small bitter truths is better
than no faith at all

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