This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO


"Only the community reflects the wellbeing, maybe even the survival, of all people."
JK Galbraith

My father is still alive
although I speak of him as if he were dead
A dog’s eyes are sad
JK lived to be 97 and died of natural causes
most could only hope to go out in such peace
A lion’s eyes are fierce
Which brings us to my problem- War
War is not just my problem
It is ours
It makes time meaningless
A horse’s eyes are tranquil
JK would not want war
Not on the anniversary of his death
nor anytime, for that matter
An owl’s eyes are shrewd
My grandmother long ago died
yet I speak of her as if she were living
War does not have eyes
yet we speak of it as if it did


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