Cross Purposes
--- Big Frank Dickinson
The wall of trees was planted for privacy;
After the fire they hid the charred timbers.
He bared his soul to his lover;
She told him to cover it up.
They went to college for a better view;
After Sarte, Algebra, and Western Civ they still saw nothing.
The apology was a bit late, but it was heartfelt;
It opened wounds that had not healed.
The bread was thrown to feed the duck;
Lodging in its throat: no more quacks.
He swam to the outstretched arms;
They both went down together.
She stooped to aid the fallen man;
His survivors took her to the cleaners.
She told him the truth - it's what he asked;
He lied about wanting it.
Alms given with good intent;
Used to buy what's ill.
The mission brings the written word
That replaces a thousand years of tradition.
Love professed and care extended
Resulting in tears and resentment.
Good intentions brought to bear
Can still result in an burning tear.
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