No Sympathy

So much sympathy
for so many things.
We mourn the victims
of the earthquake
who are silent now,
and we condemn
this same nature
that created us—
the same nature that created
the volcano, the winds—
the fearsome tides that swell
like the anger of gods.
But still,
there is no sympathy
for beauty—
for the damage it can cause.
No pity for the beautiful,
who are victims of cravings
they never meant to induce.
And just as the earth cannot
deny the timing of its fits,
neither can the heart refuse
its violent longing
to pull up roots and
upset another patch of soil.


DeMaris Gaunt


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