Evil As An End In Itself



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

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