Sunday, September 1, 2013


The past, the present and the future are
As interwoven as the tribes of men.
Who posits, simply, “That and they are other!”
Forgets his birth and therefore shuns his brother.

So men are blinded and they go to war.
And yet, in battle, each can other ken,
When slaughter's done, and plunderer then finds
A little note that him, of home, reminds.


We leave our homes and often travel far,
We think that now is different from then,
But actions past, that rippled out, return
And at our journey's end, we homewards turn

Our ethics may no longer serve to bar
Such actions as might harm our fellow men,
But everything we do has consequences
That only are revealed in future tenses.

2013 September 1, Sat. 3:50 am..
Bensonhurst, Brooklyn

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