What I have NEVER done is say "hey, look at these folks ... SOMEBODY should get them!" (which is, of course, what I'm being accused of now!) ... which is vigilantism. Of course, the same "P.C." mind-set that calls legitimate profiling "racist" probably can not process the difference between the terms.
See ... after all this, the poems seem MUCH nicer ...
ZONES OF FOREBODING
knocked out of time
by illness,
we can not grasp
the handles
of any task,
we can not merge
with the gears
of activity
all things fade,
the tide pulls out
before tsunami blasts;
we await destruction,
unable to do,
unable to reach,
a stasis here
where something works
all our pasts
are wrapped in anguish
of dear things lost,
never to be found again;
all our present
is locked in grey,
not being, not having,
not synching with life
and our futures,
once set so bright,
now are shadows,
dark pits of danger,
zones of foreboding
where horrors lurk
and all nightmares
await to come to be
what madness drives us
to continue to live
within such sorrow, pain and dread?
what flame yet burns
unquenched amid the soul
to press on battered
into each successive morn
despite the dire costs?
- Brendan Tripp
08/22/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
