#Poetry for the afternoon.
I've been coming back to this poem a lot lately. The key word here is "first": its prescience, and the dread in it.
It was published in 1968 - so, still in the throes of modern globalizing media, but a long way off from where we are now.
And yet...
Humans don't change much, do we?
We whip ourselves and others up sometimes just to remember that we all still bleed, and that this *matters*.
What a thing it is, to have the courage to be kind while we've all gone mad.