What feature marks the tragedy of life,
Revealing the dark stream that underlies
The fountain springs of conduct and makes man
Of all created things most base? Can wife,
Or home, or children with their haunting cries,
Children begotten when the senses ran
Wild and rapacious, love akin to strife –
Can these? Or is it found where avid eyes
Fasten with covetous greed, as vultures scan,
Making a desert with suspicion rife?
No one thing only, for each but appears
A symptom of contagious foul disease
That warps the mind, saps dry the energies,
And with its dirt the Maker’s image smears.
Weekly Times 7.9.62