Settlement
Can we find a means of settlement,
do one, create one,
bring one about -
about our heads,
about our bodies,
within our minds,
within our hearts?
Is such a settlement possible?
Do we call it peace
before we are in pieces?
Do we call it love
before a level of revulsion?
We may settle, but first rattle;
we may relax, but first roll;
we may find peace, but first pose;
we may die, oh so gently, and be ghostly.
(Sep 2022)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2022
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