The Uses of Hate
I have hated for an excuse to clean Have laughed the more because the joke was mean Have learned what I could never be, And fought that bitch for the window seat. I hear again the chorus of concerned Who beg that I admit that I have learned That hate — in all its forms to be despised — Is ignorance and childishness but glorified, And this true, this we live, That around us, glory is pejorative, So we reprove, destroy, elate In just uncaring dare to hate.
Ross Eisen is The Pedestrian’s resident poet.