The Uneasy Relationship Between Violence & Peace
Somewhere, there’s a man on a train —
he quietly practises the principles
of stalking — while in my own small life
a parcel arrives late from a daughter.
I like these little Christmas oversights,
surprises out of the mists of forgetting.
Within it, a scarf, a friendly card & better still,
a framed photograph of her young family.
We have put it on the mantlepiece.
Somewhere in this city, I realize, there
are drug dealers & mafiosi and stalkers.
They are all in the wanting game, its
desperate final stages. Most people are
surprised when you tell them the sinner
may be closer to sainthood than they are.
How many ‘normal’ lifetimes we suffer
before the about face. To want peace
we often go the way of violence first.
Each caravanserai tends to head east.
Copyright Simon Heathcote