everywhere the damage caused
when we don’t care.
Remotely, someone lies bleeding.
Imaginary borders
Real people bleeding; a woman
No one helps
No one helps
in time. Heart,
can she be saved
from the heartless?
Cruel proclamations: we don’t really
Care. Do you? Do you care?
Can we countenance cruelty’s reign?
Can we countenance cruelty’s reign?
We believed the world – our world –
could hold strong with caring, loving-
kindness, but care doesn’t share a root
With kindness. Meaning blocked
Meaning forgone, forgotten
Meaning with caritas—the highest form
meaning with caritas—the highest form
of love being charity (Eliot)—
but suffering, “the sorrow-clouded
breast of Care” (Coleridge).
How one longs for it! the sorrow-clouded woman
In whose arms, another despises–
Mouths’ myriad lies render us–
Mouths’ myriad lies render us care-
worn, careless. We see compassion
fail, mattering alone
to the compassionate. Horror’s
composed of a thousand horrific slogans
On a thousand designer jackets—
A swindle. No silo of protection
a swindle. No silo of protection.
The blue silence of our rough sorrow
scratches like bracken along a lake
as we stagger through care’s ruin.
Someone is weeping
Remotely
As we stagger though care’s ruin
