We started out so well:

lovely sayings of unity

that brought the cosy

feeling that we were all

in this together, or some

such cheap and unthinking

shit to appease the masses

and cover over thin the 

cracking disputed ground.


And then the emnity from the

snake arose and we saw ourselves

for what we are–tribal creatures sworn

to protect their own–and so we

followed the way of fear and did

not consider that another way

might be found–the way beyond

the tribal itch to a circle of singing

where all voices are heard and then

the harmony can form and sound.