On the table, the whole of humanity
burning with fear, this onslaught
of harm, but love is not the victim.
All who have a soul within them, end up
rising up to meet the challenge of justice
The few who died long before their death
are now indisputably barren
and frighteningly corrupt.
Acts of mercy, acts of grace –
all of us deciding
which side we believe in.
All of us are now citizens, heroes of our charge,
children of the divine, effective, more
than helpless, feeding off God’s mercy, day to day
hour upon hour – held hostage to our inner world,
stripped of superficiality and distraction,
called to claim the slaughter we are accomplices to –
to choose the resting-nest of gratitude.
We are all asked to perform doubtless music,
formulate our morals and digest them
like a cure we have no choice but
to adhere to
for the horseman is at our tails and his shadow
is hard upon our shoulders.
Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” August 2020
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