Dead Ambassador Poem by Laurence Overmire

"What you resist, persists." -Carl Jung

Different ideas in different heads
Make war upon one another
Blood to blood, matched
In like flowing from
Wound to wound
None to realize that hatred
Is only the mask of love
Turned inward

The pounding of rock into dust
Creates only dust
The hammer used, not to build
But destroy

In a field of unmarked graves
There was a resolution
Six feet under
But too many shovelsful of dirt
Buried the last hope
Alive.

~ Laurence Overmire