The Corpse and the Weapon

The corpse was there, brothers and sisters, and no one's eyes wept.
We felt no pain nor did we pretend, we didn't notice its rags.
We proceeded without seeing it, we disowned it, we did not know it's name,
we didn't inquire, we simply continued without looking.
We were terrorized with so much death, that blood now caused no grief.
It remained alone, thrown in the middle of the street, its eyes open in accusation.

By Isabel de los Angeles Ruano


The will to power destroys the power of will.
The weapon made, we cannot help but use it; it drags us with its own m0mentum still.
The power to kill compounds the need to kill.
Grown out of hand the heart cannot refuse it; the will to power undoes the power to will.
Though as we strike we cry, "I did not choose it," it drags us with its own momentum still.
In one stroke we win the world and lose it. The will to power destroys the power to will.

By Judith Wright