by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
look up
from underneath
or if
we can
stand and beseech
the angry
to find charity
and love
those gone
and misled glee
o'ercome
the hate that killed
can kill again
if we direct it back
and then
disdain
whoever looks or says
what may provoke
the wish for death invoke
a cheek once flayed can still be turned
although the other
has been burned
still passion mixed with charity
perhaps can turn rage to a plea
Beloved, becalm
bestill
and still
reveal that gentleness appeal
embrace
what enemy
and stop
clothe us in peace
the final crop
