My neighbour

 

His words seem to hover
on the threshold of understanding
but so bitter they burn –

I want to…
stroke his brow
or something –
hold his hand
and explain –
so that he can
choose to jump –
or perhaps he will forever
lose the chance –

you cannot have
fairytales and reality
without denying the validity
of one or the other
as a modus vivendi

you can lie
to yourself
and even to your children
but the price to pay
is partial insanity

ten thousand dogs
are put down each day in the USA
so where is your god of sparrows, eh?

 

 

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