the ground is still wet
impelled to be quiet
shivering in the delicious chill
writing lines I don't understand
about plotting to kill others
to wage war and court suffering
true stillness is a hole
that's been filled, a hole
that's been dug in the earth with our hands
filled with the music of machines
the music of motors
and screams of the suffering
to return to silence together
to know we are loved and to love
every human to love
to live in peace
with all creatures
in spite of our urge
against evolved self-control
to not lash out in anger
with violence
to reach and to rise
to do no harm first
to love me and know I love you