In a world that seems a satire of itself,
we come out of our separate closets masked,
as though nature is warning us
not to reveal too much, too soon.
Much as we desire a safer world,
and as much as I yearn to bring you
tidings of peace and good will,
peace is not a goal accomplished,
so though I mask my face,
I do not mask my words.
We are silhouettes
striking out from our shadows,
sharing our pain in retribution.
Hearts fester in their isolation
and communicate through violence—
blowing up the world
they don’t belong to,
than the heart’s
In blasting their way into our world,
they pull us after them,
and we sink
to the lowest common denominator—
violence, hate and greed.
If wishes were action,
perhaps the world could heal,
but, in fact,
to the commands
of those who seek to stain and plunder.
My wish for the new year’s birth?
As hearts of darkness
seek to lead the way,
let some bright flash
that is a part of all of us
ignite in common
to conquer their shadows
and strip all masks away.