(1926-2005 / Arlington, Massachusetts)

The Mirror

Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,

these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,

our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.

Whatever the hope,
here it is lost.

Because we coveted our difference,
here is the cost.

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I like this poem. Thee mirror can be a difficult thing to look into, 'because we coveted our difference'.
Brilliant, like pills melting on an angry tongue!