Can the world really be
just humans versus
other humans
perpetually at war
or battle or skirmish
on the ground
in the air
within ourselves?
We are the humans
with feelings spent
beyond sorrow beyond rage
towards what other humans
do.
Sometimes it seems
like that silence
is a spectator
showing us how
to carry the burden
but that would be too easy.
This poem © 2013 Emily Cooper.
