Compromise
is an unrequited word.
Give until you can give no more.
Slaking the thirst
of the long, ungrateful shadow
is a fool’s errand
and the lover’s lot.
Bury the animosity.
Be the bigger man.
Take the high road
and level the village.
We have raised statues to kings
that changed the face of the Earth,
only to tear them down,
as if we could re-crown the mountains.
Enough is enough.
It’s time to taste that bitter water.
Time to take some in our palm
and judge its clarity.
These days
death and resurrection
are more one than the other.
We offer more condolences,
but never think
it’s us who swings the axe.
Give and take a little
and take a little more
and a little more
and a little more,
and ask me in twenty years
why we, “Never stayed in touch?”
I have always been a fool,
but I was never “your” fool.
King of the occluded mind.
Queen of the blatant mark.
Some people deserve each other;
they don’t have to compromise.
I took down
their pictures from my wall
long ago.
Today,
I have a blank space,
and you know what?
I’m in no hurry to fill it.
The world is full
of Jokers and face cards
and all pay the same
to get out of the game.
So there’s no reason
to hold on to them;
any of them,
anymore.
The alarm bell chimes,
the birds sing
and we are free
only to compromise
with ourselves.
HG – 2018
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