Evil
As An End In Itself
I
imagine a terrible machine,
thrown
out of balance,
that
will end the world.
I
cringe while hearing
tarnished
truths,
on
account of glittering lies
meant
to produce hysteria.
We
plain folk seek refuge
from
instant horror,
from
the might of legions.
But
not kings not dictators,
nor
scholars of tyranny,
nor
those who wax or wane in power,
will
heed the oracle’s alarm.
I
am too tired
to
try to absorb
all
that the hours wrestle with
in
the great race for peace.
All
I can clearly discern
is
that if evil’s definition
is
that which causes silence,
the
world will be still soon enough.
Linda
Imbler
Linda Imbler’s poetry
collections include seven published paperbacks: Big Questions, Little Sleep First
Edition, Big Questions, Little Sleep Second Edition;
Lost and Found; Red Is The
Sunrise; Bus Lights; Travel Sight; Spica’s Frequency;
Doubt and Truth; and A Mad Dance. Soma Publishing
has published her
four e-book collections,
The Sea’s Secret Song; Pairings, a hybrid of short fiction and
poetry; That Fifth Element; and Per Quindecim. Examples of
Linda’s poetry
and a listing of
publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com