Think: the ghost in Amadeus, Salieri trying to haunt Mozart With the image of the father Demanding excellence. Some believe it is good To require To judge To reprimand To beat And what did you get, at the end? Resentment. So, you ask, is Laissez Faire Any better? Is the writer without angst Not a writer? Is the army without the dehumanizing good at winning wars? And yet Whose war was it When the voice said In a celebratory tone To go ahead With the rope The wobbly chair Whose war was to be won? Yours, an odd war In which the other, The different, Isn’t deserving of a life.
I am using this blog as the repository of my drafts Because I am scared I am afraid that my words Will never reach you In the little time left