March 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

Knobby roads grow up mountains
and wrap around volcanos
like cords running to an incinerator
Where the evidence of existence that is shadowed on these cliffs
Is erradicated

Out of sight and out of mind and out of
because those who need you
will never know you know they need you so long as you
Don’t have to look at them

And you feel persecuted
on the grounds of freedom you are planted on but you are
The defenseless you should be defending

This road is rough for you
but the winding is winding down
and as you kneel to kiss the ground and give thanks
that you have made it, give thought
To those who didn’t come down with you

Because if these,
The least of these
Are those for whom you are the least concerned
Then you
Will be the least of those who are left
When it truly matters most



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