POETRY FORMAT, 12 May 2014
The moon is low and casts its shadows long,
and in this gloom what God can say I’m wrong?
My truth is that I am my father’s son
and seek revenge and honor with his gun.
The man I’ll kill would kill me if he could—
His father shot my father in this wood.
The unmarked grave is covered up with snow,
and vengeance is the only law I know.
The moon is low, and soon the sun will rise
but not until the killer’s first-born dies.
Thus as a son I’ll show what I am worth,
and so we spend our meager time on earth.
Tom Greening: “I engage in five professional activities:
Faculty Member at Saybrook University
Private Practice of Psychotherapy
Clinical Professor of Psychology, UCLA
International Editor of the Journal of Humanistic Psychology
This article originally appeared on Transcend Media Service (TMS) on 12 May 2014.
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