The Conspiracy
It seemed we were cornered, a cosmic conspiracy, Our life and our longing aligned against us With the dread of death, our desire for justice And the friend who forgives, forgives all Though understanding everything, each other’s tearing, Our mood and our might mocked by our ending. “We did not beg birth, bawling at heaven, Nor the debt we bear, desire buying Fractured fulfilment, and at last futility. We are numb in our need, knowing it unmet And to ache forever. Oh that you had made us As the unperceiving stones, unfeeling sea, The semblance in the stars of far, freezing serenity.” Thus we acted the innocent. Until the ringleader (As we dared say) defected to our side, Assumed mortality like man that is made. He sustained the weary, stole the sting From grief’s wounds with a gentle word. Peace and healing were his practice, Rage too at wrong that wrecks us. Vain and unvalued was our show of virtue, Our Babel laid bare to his brightness. Wan then the welcome to light ...