GOOD AND EVIL

does evil know peace
in some sweet moment,
resting in its lover's arms,
listening to the rain?

is it tender
for a minute
in the face of love --
does it dote
and coo
and wonder?

does it pity
and pray?

does it rise
in the morning,
weary,
almost broken,
putting on a brave face
to meet the day?

does it see its shadow
plain
or is it righteous in its heart,
its motivations
sanctioned and holy,
its actions
justified by necessity?

do i stand evil
in evil's cold eye --
a terrorist
to terrorists --
is the light
i see darkness
in their world,
and their darkness
light?