Why Did She Come?

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Why Did She Come?

Respecting Marx
That’s Good
Why Did She Come?
Family Photo

I used to think there was a lot of evil in the world,
for although I am the most tender of my friends, I never saw a flower in a vase
without crushing its petal between my thumb and forefinger
to make sure it was not made of plastic.

Lately I’ve started to doubt the very existence of evil.
It seems to me that all the harm will have already been done
by the time we find out that the creatures we bled were real.

AuthorIman Mersal
2018-08-21T17:22:46+00:00 December 16th, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 87|0 Comments