grows up in towers
same as hope:
Seek safety? Go
up and down these towers
look inside the rooms of these towers
shut down in one, open up in another.
See how it is all connected
despite how we traverse towers in a zone,
speak to ourselves as if to others,
conceive by ourselves forgetting others;
I, with millions more, push out my presence
from high and low stations to be hyped and
not shortchanged in these towers
unaware of that squeezed-dry and
shrivelled heart, which wants to quit —
quit the game it didn’t make up,
cannot play, and never has nor ever will win
though not for lack of effort to sort the pieces,
dark and light, it was just hopeless to find men
and women to watch for the moment, heaven help it,
when that organ is reanimated. And seeing little need, I
asked not who hydrates my neighbour’s heart and mind with hope,
and who stays his anger? — that gas known to flare with hate.
Busy and ambitious I modelled the off-guard, lamed, fatigued;
Meanwhile hate, like peat, is to towering heights stacked,
dried and readied with fossils of hurt inside trapped,
and in secret kindled to smolder for months, years;
But what if I took the time to stand on guard?
What if I were not too busy to care, to connect?