In A Dark Recess Poem by Adrian Flett

In a Dark Recess

In the deep root of the mind
the dark recess of the other
me, not me, sees difference
in the unknown fearful other.

Before us beyond our ken
the other me etched to vent,
knowing the wrong of it,
but too late to prevent.

Bigotry sways it between
what is not left behind
with what might have been.
In the recess of the mind,

the terrible shadow rises
engulfs all we prepared.
Don't lay blame at history's door
we've moved beyond there.

But have we come that far?
if at all, as culture calls.
Still locked in the dark recess
some more equal, though not all.

04/02/2019