This poem offers two visions of self-fulfilling prophets, one self-serving and destructive and the other building a humane community together. This poem is yet another version of my meditations on “means” and “ends.”
Self-fulfilling Prophets
Their whirled view
Is punishing
Bringing a bout
Their own
End
As they would halve it
A stupe-end-us fail
As condemn nation
And life as we no it
That invitation
From the other side
A shared fete
Rising above
Any earthly site
A shared vision
All be it ardor
Not frayed
As women and mend
Boldness our guise
Tending to awe
As having but ours
Giving our all
And how might
Be attitude peer
Won way or the other
As threw the I’s of others
Answered in that mysterious
Democracy of life
Culpable of being
A beautiful seein’
Be held
As the eyes have it
In hand
