Maybe an act of kindness....
Maybe an act of kindness wipes out an act of cruelty.
It is as simple as we believe it
or a hyacinth in winter
perfuming gray shadows
when the blues have ended
and the tears are dry.
It's also complicated
as the solution called for by its question--
a superparadise for ex-slaves
a significant period of female power
peace of mind for the trafficked
and the grieving
imprisoned children girls abused
justice for men bonesawed
respect to those humiliated for money on live radio
gaslit shit-on ignored and awareness
for those still formulating the words to describe just-how-you-fucked-them-up.
Perhaps enormous squads of moral people
one day will vaporize our shit
by building rainforests
or cities with laws and no criminals
in the warm breezes of Great Bear Lake headquarters.
Maybe love is more decadent
than the end itself and sweet
as what it was to lie in a woman’s arms
before everyone outevolved their sex organs
and arctic orchids began to bloom.
Maybe a cup of tea
helps the girl just berated.
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