Like grapes
in the territory
of grasshoppers
Like locusts
in the vicinity
of giants
Like giants
in the palm
mighty hands
The past
and the truth
are too immutable
The lies
and the future
are too unstable
All those who cry
do not shed tears
for the moment
Tears that pour
from invincible pain
Movies
from the past
Plots
in unscripted acts
replayed over
and again
by the indulgent
Only one escape
from what may be
and what has been
lies in what we do
here and beyond
Action cures grief
Inaction allays
no fears.