Issue 161, Spring 2002
XXXIV
We are falling through the abyss Voices, of terror,
come to me I try to answer but sense
my awkwardness, my lack of analysis and also of
empathy . . .
I talk about righteousness confronting righteousness,
that both lack mercy; mercy must come equally from both
sides
Then I feel the emptiness of my words But I can't
accept the hatred of nation for nation, not even in its inverse,
self-sacrificing form . . .