Do you see?
Can
you see?
All these beautiful and warm places
that we frequented together,
often with our friends,
that we could have, one day,
populated with our
children
and
grandchildren,
do you see,
can
you see,
how easily, how in virtually no time at
all,
they have proven as equally hospitable
to the
mongrels of hate and tradition
as they had been
to
us?
Do you see,
can
you see,
what a simple lack of resolve on our
part
did accomplish?
(Or did we just resolve to do the
wrong
thing, to begin with,
for all the right reasons?
– To give up our dream,
so that others,
others that we love,
can go on,
can feel
comfortable
not dreaming,
forgetting that there are no lines between
dreamlessness and nightmares).
Do you see,
can
you see
what sort of a world
we are bequeathing to
the
future generations?
(Notice that I can no
longer say our children).
What havoc “personal” and “private”
decisions
can wreck upon
the
world?
How easily love can be murdered.
How
fallen
we
have
truly
become.
Do you see all that?
Can
you see all that?
We did not simply turn our backs
on each other,
you
and
I,
we turned our backs
on
the
world,
on all things beautiful
in
the
world,
on hope,
on love,
on
happiness,
on peace.
Our hands are all covered with blood
now.
And our hearts are dead.
We have become murderers, you and I.
Murderers.
Do you remember the days
when we were still decent?
Does your memory extend that far
still?
Do you miss those days?
Do you miss me?
Do you still care?
Do you?
I don’t anymore.
I am a killer now.
I am, therefore, numb.
I am, therefore, dead.
May 1998