Drowning in Hubris
14 June 2007
We are ever restless,
hungry for conquest,
hungry to find another tribe
whose legs and arms can be seized
and put to work for our benefit.
As the sun descends into the Gulf
we are drowning in hubris,
drowning in all those countless
legs and arms and corpses.
Our egos, fat as bloated bigotry,
are insufficient to keep us afloat
or to protect us from the sickness
stoked by malice before and after
the destruction has been sown.
The way home is unclear.
The pier is burned beyond recognition,
cindered pillars piercing the surface
like fingers of hidden hands
beseeching a disappointed sky.
© 2007, Satya J. Gabriel