if you believe in karma
or some such system
by another name
in which accounts
are balanced
in which force
rebounds
weighted now by the
fruit it bore aloft
whether joy or pain
whether love or fear
if you believe no one
escapes the proper harvest
of their
action or inaction
that no loophole protects
the unexamined life
then you must tremble
tremble terrified
each and every time
you send predators
in your sleep
to dismember
brown-eyed children
beside old women walking
a dry road home
from school
tremble tremble
for grief’s droning echo
searches the night
for you
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