HATE
by Norman Fischer
I have landed here
Falls off the shelf
And years form the mind
Caroom, lost to the next thing
Does this compute?
To act dumb, to say nothing can be done
Our the door, the table
It would not be our plight to witness
Human, the blue sky
All's to be done, and then
Yet give up, fight
And it is to us to prove a point
Hate is like throwing a handful of shit
Onto a red hot ingot
You have to pick it up first