Where Harm Goes
First do no harm. But I have done harm.
To you, the dear one, now beyond harm.
Where does it go, all that harm?
The Brontλs help. They would read, books apart,
The clouds, as a grand scroll of things,
Gigantic bits and bobs. They would read
Three sisters, then two, then one alone
The entire sky, solace and indifference
Alternating purple and bright.
Clouds were their friends, since friends are both
Solace and indifference. Friends cannot die
For you, although they may want to;
Nature in its great glory, also indifferent.
But I was talking of harm; mine. Where does
Harm go? To an island, I hope.
If it has an island.
Richard W. Halperin
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