Good always loses
because it only has one side,
the truth that needs no defense.
Evil needs the dual,
the invisible mirror, the forking line,
to show that you are not who you pretend,
That you are no different, in fact,
than your enemy, who
loves you just the same,
And compels you with those petty
deceptions of the partisan
to prove him wrong
Instead of tending, say, your garden,
but you can never prove him wrong,
there are no words to save him
From hurting other people for an idea,
diminishing the mind for a cause, throwing
truth on a bonfire if it promises justice.
The light dissolves all temporary things,
makes poetry manifest.
To walk to it, can you turn away
From the glare, the not yet said,
the victim in the shadows helpless
and needing to be wrong?