Saturday, January 12, 2008

Made by Human Hands

12 January 2008, 11:53 AM

I acknowledge all things made by human
hands contain poetry, no matter how rife
with violence, cloaked in ugliness, or hidden
in the depths of a hatred which seems to indicate
nothing beyond mindless bigotry, yet contains—
within chaotic rage, madness, shamefully perfunctory
patterns of self-perpetuating crimes against humanity—
a form of organic meaning,
some sense of relationship—
existence in reference to other.

Inspired by The Weekend Wordsmith.


Bonnie Jacobs said...

You made beauty out of that growing graph! Thanks.

rebecca said...

the poem is quite beautiful indeed. how you were able to create this out of that is incredible! wow....

George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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