Inspired Poem – “Civilized”



These lines we cannot stop ourselves drawing

to divide a breathing sum into parts

we call redefinition

as with each new division

we rip ourselves further apart.


Our words are our sticks and stones

flung high to scratch the thrones

of great higher powers

with faces like ours

whose minds can never be known.


We spin and whirl through endless space

in which we seem to have no place

and we wail and we claw

at each fault and flaw

we think we can replace.


For all the things we take and give,

ourselves the least we should forgive;

but our beautiful ruins

are what make us most human

So live, and let live.