ARK  (Act of Random Kindness)

The tension hung in the air, thick, damp  fungi

breeding fast and growing.

The wound had festered

decay was all around.

Compassion was alien to them,

the crowd which had gathered to probe

and question like the inquisition.

How could it be otherwise?

Not all felt compassion, one had to grow

with it, in it, feel  it in the bones.

But there were only bones, no flesh

not human, not man, not woman, just bones.

  

There was no growth in learning, in positions,

There was only fear, fear of the better,

An insecurity which sapped all the good,

If there was something good.

Grant one courage to open up?

or let” Vengeance is mine “ take up the rest?

Peace be on earth ?  Peace to the troubled mind?

is there an ARK anywhere?