artwork: ralph murre
CIRCLING
by
Susan Tepper
I say we are one
And
the same
Sleep-travelers
Huddled under
The
same blanket
Sooner or later
Committing
The
same crimes—
So why try and
Separate
The
inevitable yolk
From
the white
When all around us
Brethren
die gasping
Circling
What
seems to be
The
forgotten path.
~
previously published in The Stony Thursday Book
