A poetic reflection on the state of our national, political non-discourse…
we humans talk past one another
(when speech, with cruelest errancy, takes flight from lips
ungoverned by the charity of civility),
and will not
see beyond of our points of view
(our opinions being
and our endings)
to acknowledge that others (e’en, especially our opponents) have views,
then we will not
as we see
but rather as demons.
Whenever this happens
and none is safe.