Yesterday Facebook's memory dredge hauled up a status report from way back in 2010. I had completely forgotten about it but after years of ever increasing American polarization and its attendant personal trauma I found it more relevant than ever. It was also found verse making a poem simply by breaking up the lines exactly as originally written. I have discovered of few of the over they years. At least they are short and sweet and don’t drone on forever.William Carey's sketch of the Old Poet reading.
Discovered in a Facebook status from
October 21, 2010
Pleasantries with a wave and nod acquaintance of some years.
Don’t know each other’s last names.
You know—weather, sports, a bit of family trivia.
A passing word betrays an affiliation.
The eyes narrow, the jaw sets just so.
In an instant the other, the enemy, the sub-human.
Whose eyes, whose jaw?