How Not To Write About Hate
by Notty Bumbo, 2015
I was intending to write a poem about hate,
About the resurgence of tyranny and spite.
I had assembled powerful metaphors to lead the reader
To the underlying despair the mind enters
When bonded to such harmful pathways,
The ones capable of destroying the heart.
I saw with clarity the futility of this course,
The damage the soul brings upon itself.
Yet the sun insinuated its brilliance
Through the tree outside my window,
And the dogs made their morning demands.
A simple walk on the hillside
Opened the vistas of joy in danger of decay
By the process of contemplating the hateful heart.
In the end, I abandoned the effort,
Gave in to the simpler elements of happiness.
Let a more demanding poet take that road:
I will delight in the newly greening grasses,
The long-denied rains
Dressing the sky in formal attire,
The emergence of poppies once again,
Their golden orange like millions of suns
Taking the road of mercy,
Granting my hand the better line.