No Accounting
by Dawn Richerson
Tuesday, October 08, 2002
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“No accounting for
what happened here,” you said
to my chagrin.
So despicable, so
cowardly, I thought, so very
like a man.
You shrugged your slumping
shoulders, shook off
responsibility.
Deep, true eyes went vacant,
died. Moral courage collapsed
as did civility.
And so it went. And so
it goes. And I am left to
journey on alone.
Heavy load you piled on me,
but it’s a load I’ll carry until
you come back home.
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