Kit Kelen #1028 - we live among them

1028

we live among them

exactly to our standards

the murderers, the thieves

the lawless stolen

who cleverly connect

day with the next

the cringing

the vainglorious

who preen and strut

by instinct

know the night

with dream

and often hunting

smug sometimes

with breakfast

and never name themselves

but call

unseen they are

innocents these all

who kept their knowledge

from a tree

and wore it in their bones

the pianist painting

brush hitting in the octave higher

and the wordy one

just having said

takes all

glad I am

for the world of this wrong

of all these

to breathe the same sweet air