If you were eyeing the partial eclipse,
I saw it, too, here with slight hazy sky,
yet a larger eclipse was in my heart,
roiled by bleak, corrupt, social decay,
and dire lack of hope in our politique
where bigotry became our hill beacon.
Yet that is a nightmare Christians reject
by tossing flowers at tanks and rifles.
Love music is a hug, embrace of two
or more against the Tower of Babel
where words are weapons, instead of comfort
toward a future bound only by love
and valorous virtues of true friendship.
As for hate, I’m not encouraging it.