Feel now, what you always see
A media born to blindness
A heart born to bleed.

Shields hide us from you;
the other side of the world
(who can care)?
Our suits drape us in delusions:

Our lives so perfect, we say:
alcoholics spend days in bars, drinking to their death rattles.
Women wait for their beating husbands,
Praying for an easy night – a calm night.
Gods of men making men to be kings; all they do is sing.

Worst of all, the love lies pleading for someone to find it again
Buried in a grave so deep and shallow
Take the shovel to it, darling.

Unearth it, my gift to you.

You the one
You the many
You the cherished
You the despised.

As I long for you tonight,
Why do we judge those in the desert?
Beyond and behind us.