I am afraid that we know no better than you.
I am afraid that cycles of cruelty and destruction will spiral
on and on until fire melts our sidewalks and skyscrapers.
I am afraid that human consciousness will be left cracked and burdened
with such a terror in its core that an individuals mind
becomes the last object not an enemy’s weapon.
I am afraid that we will continue to believe
that knowledge can be sucked from empty lungs
and that chains and drenched faces
will give us inillusory power.
I am afraid that hell is calmly perched outside our doorstep
with dark corvid feathers and a thirst for flesh, like ours;
patient, it knows the thin wooden slab will one day invitingly open
where a feast of our eyes and innards will be laid out on expensive chinaware.
I am afraid that hell already knows that the door is unlocked.
I, too, pray that God absolves us all--
because I am afraid that we are too late to ask for his forgiveness.