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 . . .