Miles Away, and Here
Some ascribe the label: The War on Decency,
for some given definition of decent, given by pastors
driving luxury cars, eating lavish meals. Your indecent hunger,
yes, but for nourishment from a different venue.
Our mouths open. Not to receive your communion of charity,
but to speak: There are already empty seats at the table.
So, yes, we fight your war–
For the young minds watching this unfurl, a wish:
that our unkindness will not be yours, that reason
blossoms within you to look past
hubris, malice, preconception — rusted tools forged
by people, not for the people, and breaking with every swing.