The Ache of Human

We’re all frail

To ache is human

The present world

levels us into trembling

Human gobbling human

But we must recall that

we’re all shaky

We all quiver

When your family scoffs at you,

you won’t rise from lowering them

But only acquiescent saints

wouldn’t feel the compulsion

When you and your beloved spar,

over which of you sent the offending text,

are either of you not fallen?

And when you hear a child laugh

Take that pristine music

Treasure it amid the hurricane

By Oliver Cocks