Legacies

Stark still
we stare at each other,
neither saw the other approach,

a weathered old man
and a striking young fox.

Warmth blooms in my heart —
an instant chill in his.

Can my good intentions
prolong this precious moment?

No chance !

With riveting intensity he scans,

With lightning speed he’s gone.

Thousands of years
of fleeing genocide
are woven into his DNA,

Thousands of years
of ruthless brutality
is the legacy I carry.

As I stand quietly,
the myriad emotions

suddenly distill

to
Love,
Grief,
and Shame.

Poem by John Cannon.

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