I remember the first time I read Nikki Giovanni’s “Allowables” — being overcome by the extraordinary thing she taught me about my own fear, its murderousness. And she did this not by standing above me, but by turning quietly and saying: see what we did?
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weighing life in its balance
kills it
to perceive some knowledge
of death’s life
to store the silence of remorse
in some box
in some back drawer of time
and then in due course
will learn the regret
that the time for sorry
has run out time
and that will kill the life
out of you
Really though, humans dont hold enough value for life