The Virtue of Selfishness
Everything in its own
collective majesty, a
callous wind swept
clean across a
captive highway plain, I am
not responsible; I was
not there.
All of my friends
are on fire, yet
being so vital to the
continuation of events to
come, in fact it is
not so important; I am
not there.
The hero’s gloves hide
vanguard knuckles, a
valley girl born in a
Shanghai sewer has
something gentle
to say, I do
not listen; I am
not her.
