I Place More Trust In Kindliness…
I place more trust in kindliness Than honesty or pride, Though as for that, all trust, I guess, Is not so deep or wide As we should like to think: it’s thread Once rent, is snatched away, Yet kindliness, with love half-dead, Still makes a tourniquet. While as for pride, an armoured suit Is more its metaphor, It has its uses in dispute With blackguards at the door. Curt honesty, loosed from its sheath, Will cut both friend and foe, Its coat of arms, a quartered wreath Upon a field of woe. Each virtue’s armament and art Turns traitor, overdone; Commit to kindliness — dear heart — If you must choose just one.
Mandalay, Mustique August 5, 2006
Poem Published in the following books: Homeless In My Heart