blame finds shelter in the
anger we have for ourselves,
released and redirected
relative to the consequence;
friends become enemies
enemies become distant
memories of friendships as
the life we know continues;
birds, not humans, fly
uniformly towards a destination,
regardless of their politics or the
inflight consumption of alcohol;
we are dangerous souls on
dangerous missions of neglect,
seeking gratitude and redemption
for all the legacies left behind.
28Oct16
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