Who Goes There?
The world as we know it is
contracting, becoming tighter,
more transparent, our windows
of curiosity and communication
no longer made mysteriously opaque
by language dissonance and the
distance of geography. We are now
overlooking fences, peering into
the confines of glass houses of
parliament and worship and
sometimes we approve, sometimes
not, leaving the edge of diplomacy
intact while instilling trust of those
who reflect our values, withhold it
from those opposing. In these
tighter confines belligerence grows
and the world becomes an uneasy
place for that old adage of
familiarity breeding contempt
is a sideways-glancing
mirror of universal allusions.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Labels:
Poetry
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