That one was meant to carry someone’s crown
was probably to make humility
a worthier preoccupation; yet
it would come to pass the sun had other
plans. Brighter, more rewarding if we were
to count the camaraderie returns
of industry and, so it seems, sincere
attempts of making friendly laughter ring.
Would welcome be a recipe opposed
to graces social and spiritual
that in lieu of it is preferred an act
without the warmth of solidarity.
There are no arbiters after the fact
has woven many controversial sides
with honesty and humble senses lost
in the torrential circumstantial burst.
Because the agents were only after
argument’s third party, by bad fortune
unable to rise above the sad fray,
therefore, relegated to conjecture.
Sadder still, the course took on an amount
that tolled a requiem for amity.
The angels probably were weeping hard
and long for lost relationships buried
in the rubble of perception, not right
nor wrong, only propelled by the absence
of minds and sympathies yet unable
to get out of the encompassing dark.
ABRAHAM DE LA TORRE