Blind.

I look at him and he looks at me,

But each other we do not see,

Only the things holding us back,

So many things there are we lack,

To make it work, to say hello,

This is taking it far too slow,

Somewhere someone is dying,

Their lover desperately crying,

Elsewhere others are doomed,

Because of what one man assumed,

We shoot them all down,

None will be left to be found,

After we extinguish our hatred,

Hearts will be sliced, grated.

And I look at him, he at me,

Anything more we’ll never be,

Because in all we will fall,

But in the end we do not see.

(28/03/03)