The Other
Under the Tree of Knowledge
Extruded from a socialist womb,
One becomes separately alive,
Sweats at the fount of mother-milk
in the endless struggle
to survive;
One invades the mortal’s world
To find what truth we can
Of fragile human goodness
And love for other than
the Self,
One fears food, shelter, and justice,
are private and political property,
Sought and bought with things
or subtle lovely lies and bartered
Liberty.
Yet with pluck and luck perhaps,
One finds transient pleasures
Among the shards of gathered,
Baubles, troubles and other
Treasures.
Suffering threats from a million gods,
painful errors, regrets, and strife
in the silence of the universe
One may question and fear life
Everlasting.
One may at last discover,
within each being, object, truth,
we only live within each Other
And Each is is just another
Self.
Each inanimate or living thing
Waits and wonders here on earth
What life or time may bring
To those who hear siren song
of the Multiverse.