Major Minor
Has minor become major
as blood is to be found
on my head, my hands, my feet?
Has major become minor
as I discover the blood is not mine
but shed from above, from another?
Has minor become major
as I feel chastised, having to witness
another's suffering, though not my own?
Has major become minor
as my happy heart ticks
like a clock that clicks like that heart?
Yet does major not persist as major,
minor as minor?
Am I not one of them,
quaffing from a goblet in a common grave,
sharing others' joy
while feeling their suffering?
(May 2022)
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