Love is mercy
living blind in this crucifixion world,
pushed into the fisherman’s net – no seed
that doesn’t freeze and end up like a pebble,
no crowd that keeps its motive
pure. Always, there is loss, grief in the pit of the loins,
extending, radiating into every tiny bone –
hidden, broken or just malformed.
Children are never new and unharmed. But they cry
easier. They sleep with nightmares under their pillows and
outwardly groan when there is no cure to the hostility
of fate. Children do not naturally cling to good,
as some might say,
but are bent in the ways of their parents, trying to please
even that which has hardened long ago.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “1947, a literary journal” April 2017
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