by Kevin T McEneaaney
In English there’s no word for pre-dawn blue,
but there once was in old Anglo-Saxon,
uhtna which indicates they rose early
to plunder their neighbor’s goods or women.
History is the recounting of wars,
taxes, inventions, weapons, massacres.
We inhabit an ongoing nightmare
of our own mad, inventive creation.
Insanity is far more poplar
than reasoned debate or equality.
We are capable of doing much good,
yet we prefer to be slaves of ego.
As a child’s character is formed by five,
we cannot escape our cruel history.